Bertier loved Laure, Laure loved Aurélien and Aurélien loved life. They were young and could probably still hope that with time this revisited love triangle would find its balance. It was not to be. Now a writer, Laure has never evoked this period of her life in her work. Seventeen novels, but not one line about the sleepless nights in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, the studious afternoons at the Sainte-Geneviève library, the endless days of vacation on the island of Oléron. What happened that justifies this blank space left in the middle of the hundreds of pages she has written since?At nearly sixty-five years old, Laure Narsan begins what will undoubtedly be her last book. And finally accepts to come back on this event that it took her forty years and seventeen best-sellers to dare to face.
