“That’s the thing about broken people, Guillaume. If we ever give you our heart, then you know that you deserve it.” Tears welled in me, but only for a moment. “He was patient with me,” she told him, a far-off look in her eyes. My grandfather. Long since passed, but they were well and truly in love. At least she was happy for a while. “Now go,” she told us, starting to put on her mask. “I’m tired.”
