The police trooped into the apartment. Spotting Ephraïm’s hat lying on an armchair in the living room, Emma pretended to be overcome by faintness, dropping into the chair, feeling the hat crumple beneath her weight. Her heart thumped in her chest. “Your grandmother Myriam hadn’t even been born yet, but she had just experienced, physically, what it means to have terror fill the pit of one’s stomach. Emma’s organs clenched around the fetus.”
