Then she turned off the screen.
An object fell in the kitchen.
“What was that?” she shouted.
– Nothing !
A sound of breaking porcelain followed.
Élodie burst out laughing and went home.
Antoine had long believed that his wife had no power because she didn’t show it. He had never understood that she silently maintained a large part of what he called his success.
She hadn’t needed to destroy it.
She had simply stopped signing on his behalf, covering up his recklessness, fixing his mistakes, and turning his lies into solutions.
And everything he had built on his silence had finally had to bear its own weight.
Elodie, on the other hand, retained a much simpler image of that year.
2 bowls on an improvised table.
His son was laughing.
A smaller house.
And, for the first time in a very long time, no fear of the next door that would open.
