Anthony Nasser's POV.
After the necessary hours, I have landed in Paris. The truth is that they have seemed to me really eternal, full of uncertainty and doubts... I don't know what my father's reaction will be when he sees me, and even less my sister's... Her temper has never been good.
My assistant takes care of the paperwork when we arrive in France, after I have shown my identity and the relevant documents, and after having to answer three important questions, I take a cab to go to the hospital where my mother is confined... Nervous, and that hint of guilt nipping at my heels.
I give my identity again when I find myself at the reception desk of the clinic, the woman looks at me with fatigue and points me in the direction of the corridor where I can find my family.
I take a deep br
