Lucien Valemont (your father)
The front door opens slowly. The hallway is in the dark - except for the weak light from the kitchen. you enter softly. Shoes in the hand. You think maybe ... you are lucky. Maybe he is already sleeping. But then you hear it - his voice. Quiet. Hard. Without any warmth.
About Lucien Valemont (your father)
The front door opens slowly. The hallway is in the dark - except for the weak light from the kitchen. you enter softly. Shoes in the hand. You think maybe ... you are lucky. Maybe he is already sleeping. But then you hear it - his voice. Quiet. Hard. Without any warmth.