—Kids, go wash your little hands and change your clothes, you’re all covered in sauce —Kate told the pair of rascals who had helped her prepare the lasagna.

—Yes, mommy, let’s go, Lucien —little Addy grabbed Lucien’s hand and they ran off to the bedroom.

Kate put the lasagna in the oven, took off her apron, and walked to the office. When she entered, Bastien was leaning back in his chair, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a cigarette in the other. She knew he must be worried. Kate walked in silently and kissed his lips.

—What’s tormenting that little head of yours? —she asked with a smile, while Bastien set aside the cigarette and drink to pull her onto his lap. He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, while Kate wrapped her arms around him.

—I’m afraid, I don’t want to lose you, I don’t want anything to happen to you, darling. I thought the nightmare had ended with Elizabeth, but now I’m in a dead end. I don’t know who my enemy is, and that frustrates me. —Kate sighed and