regrets. In his dreams, he returned to France, where he h

hose he had been forced to leave behind. Their laughter echoed in the air, their fa

e moments when he felt truly alive. He saw himself walking in the Marais with Cl

light eyes, the simple, quiet life he thought he could achieve. He told himself he could have met a

hadn't had the effect he'd hoped for. Rather than feeling at home, The image of his mother and stepfather, who seemed so ina

aceful future. But instead, he had found himself in a trap, with no way o

too heavy to bear. He opened his eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. He stared at the shadows in his room, searching for the source of the sound

washed over him. He slowly turned his head, scanning every corner of the room, but all was

in the air. With a nervous sigh, he lay back down and closed his eye

d he wasn't alone in this room? He tried to push the thought away, but it wouldn't leave him. In the darkness, P

droom door grew larger and closer, an increasingly urgent echo that made his heart beat faster in his chest. Suddenly, the door burst

sister's radiant face before she threw herself into his arms. "Pierre! You're here!" she cried, her face beaming with happiness. Sh

loseness, reminded him of the simpler times of their childhood, before everything became so complicated. "I missed you so much!" she said, her tone full of enthusiasm and affection. She pulled back a little, looking him up and down, as if to check he hadn't changed, that her brother hadn't become a stranger. Pierre

his time?" she asked, he

ight leave again, but I real

dn't answer right away. This question, innocent coming from his sister, was in reality a dilemma he hadn't yet resolved. Stay here, in

e murmured finally, his voi

She looked at him for a moment, a s

ntly pulling away from him. "I don't want you to be

new nothing of the gravity of the situation, of what he had had to face coming back here. But seeing

rmth here, at home. Maybe his sister's embrace could soo