yet something was wrong. All the curtains were pulled to protect themselves from the bright afternoon sun, and the silence that reigned inside was heavy. Chloé, the wife of my brother Julian, greeted me at the door, adorned with precious jewels and an impatient smile.
“You should have called first,” she said. “Your mother is confused. »
A moment later, my mother appeared behind her. It looked much thinner than it was just three months ago, and was still wearing a thick coat of wool despite the warmth of the house.
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