Le dossier secret qu’Emily cachait à sa propre mère

collé contre sa jambe.

À l’époque, j’avais cru qu’elle me demandait si j’allais rester dans cette maison.

Aujourd’hui, je sais qu’elle posait une autre question.

Est-ce qu’un adulte restera quand dire la vérité devient dangereux ?

Cette fois, elle connaissait déjà la réponse.

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