“What would you like to hear? Some J. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother? With deliberation, he spoke. Though encumbered by his irons, his step was firm, and his demeanour dignified. There was a photo of her that looked exactly like you. I’m sorry. ’ ‘Why should I?’ ‘Because I can’t live without you!’ ‘That is your own affair, and—’ Melusine broke off, staring at him, shocked realisation kicking in her gut. And yet that could not be: it was a confession only in the event of his death. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her.
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