the one who had once rejected him and left her on the edge of the betrayal road, had just acted in a way that she would never have imagined. She had disappeared, taking with her information that

had, in a last act of disloyalty, seized with secret information, undoubtedly to resell or use them for her own ends. A chain betrayal, a manipulation that on

h she had once shared with ML. But the shadows of the past were tenacious and, inevitably, they surfaced. The silhouette of ML, its strength, its pain, its gestures sometimes imprisoned of guilt, returned as spectra that it could not hunt. It

h, the pain of loss, separation, but also the strength she had developed to raise her children far from all this. She had not tried to understand the reasons for her departure from

but he brought in him injuries that had never healed. Her eyes, formerly full of certainties, of this intrepid light that she had loved, seeme

perhaps too well. Her words, her way of standing, while he had become an enigm

serious voice, but tinged with

verting his gaze, his

ways go,

and in this fraction of a second, a world of contradictory emotions seemed to be deployed between them. But none of them made

silence that had settled. The old partner ... She has taken crucial

ing more and more heavy. She knew what it meant. But a part of her refused

pparent emotion. But this is not my p

tood much more than she thought. He knew that, despite appearances, FL had never really

stranger to this pack. There are things that only you can un

looking at him, as if to fle

s. I'm not the one you think, ml. I am no longer the one you have kn

years, but which, on the contrary, seemed to be strengthened as they are exchanged. Ml felt a familiar pain inserted in him, a pain h

, his voice softer, but still marked by tension. A

His eyes then got up towards him, this time with a challenge of ch

did you do for all this time? Have you managed to turn the

this time there wasn't. He simply turned his heels, his gaze one last time focused on her.

, her heart heavy with thou

ed drawings spread on the table. The noise of their childish, soft and innocent voices filled the room, but inside, FL felt increasing tension. Her though

boy, suddenly asked the question th

ave we never

nstinctively tightens his fists under the table, feeling his heart tighten. How to answer

swer. Pir tried to keep his calm, but the fear that they discover the truth, the link she had always hidden, tied her throat. She knew that the moment

her slightly trembling voice, but she forced h

er, FL knew that this question, like a seed planted in the mind of his son, was

l, but her mind was elsewhere. The fear of seeing his secret d

did not have time to focus on the feeling that came from outside, as the phone of the house suddenly vib

have to come immediately. Som

ate, despite the tension between them, despite everything that separated them. There was no longer any

on? Fl asked, t

one from the outside. We have to work together to pro

m to unite, and this time, there was no place for indifference. They had lives to protect, an inheritance to def

in a firm voice, the d

ere was no more room for hesitations. She turned to her tri

ny pretext, she said, her voice full of a

ret that she had been protecting for so long, was likely to be revealed in the worst circumstances. And ML ... this ML that she h