That very evening, I received a visit from Hugo. He never came to my house, certainly embarrassed to meet Danielle. Besides, I had never really invited him. So I was surprised to find him on the doorstep, a bouquet of roses in his hand.
“Are we celebrating something?”
The sarcasm in my voice was palpable. I still resented him for what had happened that afternoon. Even though I was solely responsible for Rose, his misplaced jealousy had prevented me from properly monitoring the little girl.
I took a step back, however, inviting him in.
“Danielle isn’t here?” he asked, looking around the room.
“No, she’s going out tonight.”
She actually had a date with a Bastien or a Sebastien, I didn’t really remember, who had seduced her (at least for the evening) with emoticons.
Hugo stood in front
