“Things are strongest where they’re broken,” said Lacoste. “Agent Morin said that.” Things are strongest where they’re broken. Armand heard again the impossibly and eternally youthful voice of Paul Morin. As though he were standing right there, in Isabelle’s sunny kitchen with them. And Agent Morin had been right. But oh the pain of mending. “I’m lucky in a way,” Isabelle
