rs spent searching for answers in a foreign country, far from everything he knew, he now
had been waiting for him, that she would have prepared him for a new life, but nothing was more uncertain. The city streets seemed both fam
door, the same worn cobblestone driveway, like a reminder of everything he had left
ioned nothing in her letters. He had kept s
oo many things he should never have known. But he wasn't prepared for what awaited him behind that door. He took a deep b
owly opened. He saw first a familiar face, then
ice was full of emotion, sur
a deep tenderness filling hi
own, he knew that this return wouldn't be as simple as finding a home. His past, his father, and above all, t
. But there was a flicker of determination in his eye
m, her mouth opening and closing as if to say something, but the words seemed to escape
you would come back!" she whispere
g way to return to this precise moment, but he knew everything had changed. He was no longer t
a destiny he had not chosen,
agitated. His mother, still drying her tears, got up to prepare something to eat. Pierre
cognized him immediately, but the welcome he received wasn't the one he expected. Claude was an imposing man, with a broad build and hard features. His eyes were
voice as cold as ice. He turned to Pierre's mot
dn't like his stepfather. No, it was something else, something he'd always felt but could nev
shaky, though he tried to remain calm. Claude still raised an eyebro
the same as before. You're back, that's goo
n't like the way his ste
t to himself. He was back in his mother's house, where he thought he
p you with your things?
de headed into the living room to settle in, an unease intensified in the a
old him that maybe now wasn't the time. Perhaps his father, or r
ancing himself from him, but today the atmosphere
stairs, his heart beating a little faster. He needed to th
ierre went up to his room, a place that, while familiar, now felt a little foreign. He sat on the bed, observing the dust th
ns swirling around in his head, but the atmosphere