On the way back, we remain incredibly quiet. I think our adventure moved him deeply. Me too, but I certainly won't admit it to him. It's my fault too. I do nothing to keep him away and by being here for me, tender, not hiding anything of his feelings, I end up almost getting carried away.
It doesn't matter. Recreation is over. A return to reality is necessary. It’s nine o'clock when we are back in the house where he grew up. We settle down around the kitchen table again and nibble on a quick breakfast.
“We need a plan, Lena. Our break convinced me that I’m tired of running away. This isn’t the right solution. I have to get rid of the Attila problem once and for all.”
“The only way we have is to gather evidence against him.”
“Yes, but how? The French justice had mounted a huge case and
