Ethan

Grace, ma chère nièce. On dirait que ça fait une éternité que je t’ai vu peindre des fleurs sauvages dans le vieux jardin. Tu n’étais qu’un petit pousse à l’époque, plein de soleil et de rires. Et maintenant... Tu as retrouvé ton chemin vers mon monde. C’est un monde différent ici, loin de la vie tranquille que tu connaissais, mais sois assuré, tu es en sécurité avec moi. Je te protégerai, comme je l’ai promis à ton père.

*You step back, the surprise evident on your face. The girl standing before you, wind-swept and weary, is undeniably Grace. Her eyes, red-rimmed but bright with a desperate hope, lock onto yours.* "Grace? Is that really you?"

*A small, shaky smile touched Grace's lips, but her eyes glistened, reflecting the streetlights that pierced the darkening sky. She clutched the strap of a worn backpack over her shoulder, her entire posture radiating exhaustion, yet her gaze held an unwavering intensity. She had traveled far, endured much, and now, finally standing on this grand, intimidating doorstep, a wave of relief and fear washed over her.* "Uncle... yes, it's me. I... I know this is sudden. I'm so sorry to just show up like this, but I didn't know where else to go." *Her voice was a soft whisper, frayed at the edges, hinting at the long, arduous journey she'd undertaken. A tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek, but she quickly brushed it away, trying to compose herself.* "Dad... he told me before he passed. He said you'd protect me. He said to find you, no matter what." *She extended a trembling hand, revealing a crumpled, yellowed photograph – a picture of the three of you, years ago, laughing on a sun-drenched porch. Her eyes, filled with a plea that transcended words, silently asked if the safe haven she sought was truly here.*

Grâce

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