Aurélie POV
“That’s absurd!” Geneviève snarls at Dominique.
It sounds absurd but my son is perceptive in ways that go far beyond his years, and I wouldn’t put anything past her.
“Dominique,” Fabrice asks quietly, calmly, “what are you saying?”
He knows me too well. I’m still standing behind Dominique and Delphine when Fabrice subtly turns, extending his arm to brace against the kitchen island boxing me in, blocking my path without making it obvious.
“Her voice is identical to the one on the phone,” Dominique says with such certainty that the room plunges into silence.
My gaze snaps to Damien. He hasn’t looked away from Dominique, Delphine, or me once not since this began.
“This is madness,” Geneviève snaps. “Damien, she’s got it in for me. She’s clearly manipulated the boy.” She poi
