Ten days that I ignored Theo's messages and calls.

Ten days that I drag my sad carcass, from work to sleep. Here, let's talk about my bed. Cold, borrowed from nightmares, empty, empty and so empty…

-Mom !

Gaëlle pulls me out of my distress by taking my hand in the bag, or rather, the spoon in the tub of ice cream.

-Yes, I sigh.

- Mom, you're exaggerating! It's 3:00 p.m. and you're still in bed, bundled up in your pajamas.

-It's the weekend, so...

- Exactly. Saturday is shopping, going out with friends or I don't know… I don't like it when you're like that, she told me...