They’d practically been arguing since the moment they’d started dating-big arguments, with screaming and smashed dishes and law enforcement called by the neighbors more than once. Their relationship had been passionate and dramatic and doomed from the start. Too vain and selfish, and his young wife had been every bit as bad. Though she loved her son, she had known from the beginning that he was ill-suited to parenthood. no, Michelle knew it had been difficult long before that. Home life had been difficult for the child since her mother had left. It was a welcome change from the usual comms she received from her granddaughter. For once, Luc was trying, and that warmed Michelle to her core. Her eyes sparkling, one of her front teeth missing, her curly red hair half tucked into the collar of her jacket. Though Luc wore his usual detached expression-always trying so hard to look sophisticated-Scarlet’s grin was effervescent.
Michelle kept coming back to this picture, the only one of the album that had both Luc and Scarlet in it. The stone woman looked like a third member of their party. There was even a photo of Luc and Scarlet together, huddled in enormous wool coats beside a statue with one missing arm.
Luc had taken Scarlet to see the ruins of the Musée du Louvre, and Scarlet had taken dozens of pictures of the crumbling statues and still-standing wreckage.
Michelle slid her fingertip across the portscreen, flipping through the album of photos her granddaughter had sent that morning.
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