Damien POV
Florence and Denise had been in the kitchen since the early hours, preparing breakfast. No matter how much I insisted they stay, they refused. Word had spread that Dominique was here, and they’d wanted to make American pancakes for him after Delphine mentioned they were his favourite.
“How are you feeling?” Élodie asks Dominique, and I find I can’t tear my eyes away from him.
He’d been through hell. An innocent four-year-old, yet carrying himself with a courage far beyond his age.
“I’m okay, thank you. I slept well. It’s nice to be back in a proper bed,” he says with a small, sad smile and something inside my chest fractures.
Aurélie senses it immediately. She presses a kiss to the top of his head, then reaches for the chocolate spread and sets it in front of his plate.
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