ALEXANDER
I left with a heavy heart and discomfort in my chest, from that office where all the desire I had to talk to Sarah disappeared.
I was angry with everyone, with my mother, with the pair of men who did nothing but argue on Sarah's behalf, and with this Abby who apparently knew a lot about my family. But above all, I was angry with "Ms. Petit," and I didn't know if it was because I couldn't see her at that moment or because this Vincent Lefevbre seemed very interested in her, as if he didn't care that she had just gotten divorced.
I passed by the vice president's assistant and arrived at the elevator where my mother was waiting for me with a completely red face. She was angry because she didn't get her way, but I was even a
