“I understand why you think that,” Gael says after a few seconds of silence, “but it’s been months since everything happened, and Henri only gets worse. If we leave him to recover on his own, that day may never come.”

Oliver sets his utensils down and leans back in his chair with a sigh.

“So what do you want us to do?” he asks in a weary tone, even though he knows his son is right. “I’ve already tried everything to cheer him up. Invitations, conversations, visits... nothing works.”

Gael runs a