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Ivy

I don't know what to think anymore. My visit to the house office yielded nothing; Gael didn't have the decency to call me and say anything. My heart is burning with worry, and the day is already bright, yet I couldn't manage to sleep. I spent the whole night walking back and forth in the living room, and I confess I'm about to call the police. However, when the front door finally opens, and he walks in, I feel my poor, tormented heart race excessively. I can't tell if it's relief at seeing him alive and well or anger at disappearing for so long without a single word. Gael takes off a coat I don't recognize and gives me a tired look. His eyes don't hide his surprise, probably because it's only five in the morning, and I'm awake at this hour. Silently, he folds the coat and rests it on his forearm. After getting rid of his shoes, he walks into the room.

"Why are you awake at this hour?" What? He must be joking! I grumble angrily and go after him like a runaway train, beginning to p