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Chapter 56
Claire arrived at the foundation meeting five minutes early.Lucas had arrived ten minutes early. Brigitte seven. Something was clarifying about a room where everyone had decided independently that punctuality mattered.They sat at the conference table in the Moreau Group’s administrative offices. Across from them: a man named Beaumont from the hospitality training programme. Not Gérard Beaumont. A different one entirely — forty, compact, the focused energy of someone running something underfunded that was producing results anyway.He placed two pages on the table without ceremony.“I will be direct,” he said. “The programme works. Eighty-three per cent placement rate into hospitality roles within six months. Seventy-one per cent retention at eighteen months. Both above industry standard.” He looked at Lucas. “What we cannot do is scale without infrastructure. We have the methodology. We do not have the funding or the partnerships to reach more young people.”“How many annually?” Clai
Chapter 55
Isabelle reopened the boulangerie on a Monday.She had been closed for four days — the Cannes trip, Henri’s funeral, the return. Four days were longer than she had closed for anything except the fire and she had felt it the way you felt an absence in something that depended on continuity.The queue on Monday morning told her the neighbourhood had felt it too.Not dramatically — Paris did not do drama about bread. But the queue was longer than usual and moved with the particular focused energy of people who had been inconvenienced and were now correcting that. Several regulars said nothing about the closure. One woman said: You were away. Isabelle said: briefly. The woman said: The croissants. Isabelle said: Yes. The woman bought two and left satisfied.That was sufficient.By midmorning, the queue had normalised and the boulangerie had returned to itself — the rhythm of the service, the display case replenished, Marie moving between the counter and the back with the practised ease of
Chapter 54
Lucas returned to Paris on a Friday.The train from Cannes moved north through the winter landscape — the Rhône valley, the vineyards stripped and dormant, the sky doing its February thing of being grey without committing to rain. He sat with the manuscript Sébastien had left him — the succession documents, the estate papers, the formal completion of everything Henri’s death had set in motion — and read none of it.He looked out the window instead.He thought about the armchair. The blanket. The amber eyes opened when he had walked into the salon that first night and Henri saying: you came.He thought about the pen in his inside pocket. Heavy and specific and his now.He thought about what it meant to inherit something from a man you had not forgiven and had not needed to forgive because the relationship had become something else — something more functional and more honest than forgiveness, which was after all simply the permission to stop carrying something.He had stopped carrying i
Chapter 53
Henri’s funeral was on a Thursday.Small and private as Lucas had instructed. The Riviera in February — cold by Riviera standards, which meant a sharp morning with the sea wind coming off the water and the mimosa on the hillsides the only colour against the grey sky.The Moreau family had used the chapel near the estate for three generations. It held perhaps forty people. It held thirty-two today.The board attended. Madame Colbert was in a dark coat with the composed gravity she brought to everything. Vernet, who had wept at the sentencing and wept again now without apology — the specific grief of a man who had known Henri for fifty years and was burying not just a person but a significant portion of his own history. Leclerc, younger, quieter than usual.Sébastien sat in the front row and looked at the coffin with the expression of a man who had served someone for thirty years and was now completing that service in the only way remaining.Gilles came from the vineyard. He sat at the
Chapter 52
February arrived with rain and the particular grey of a Paris winter that had decided to be taken seriously.Lucas was at his desk early on a Tuesday when Sébastien called.“Henri,” Sébastien said.Lucas set down his coffee.“The doctor called this morning,” Sébastien continued. “He says days rather than weeks now. Henri is comfortable. He is at the estate. He has asked for you.”Lucas looked at the window. The rain is moving across the courtyard glass in slow diagonal lines.“I will take the afternoon train,” he said.“I will arrange it,” Sébastien said. “I will come separately. Some documents will need attention when the time comes.”“Not yet,” Lucas said. “When the time comes. Not before.”“Of course,” Sébastien said quietly.Lucas ended the call and sat for a moment.He called Brigitte.“I am going to Cannes this afternoon,” he said. “Henri. It is close.”“Go,” she said immediately. “Everything here is handled.”He called Isabelle next.She answered on the second ring. He told her
Chapter 51
They returned to Paris on a Sunday evening.The city received them the way it always did — without acknowledgement, without ceremony, the Périphérique traffic and the lit boulevards and the particular quality of Paris at night that managed to be both enormous and entirely indifferent.Isabelle dropped him at the apartment and continued to the boulangerie to check on things. She always checked on the boulangerie after absences. Not from anxiety — from the same instinct that made her adjust the butter ratio by one per cent. The standard required maintenance regardless of how established it was.Lucas carried both bags upstairs. The apartment was cold after four days of being empty. He turned the heating on and stood at the window for a moment looking at the Marais below.The same rooftops. The same lamplight on the same cobblestones. The ordinary life of the neighbourhood was going about its Sunday evening without any awareness that anything had changed.Things had changed.He was not c
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