In the StoryNo One Died That Night
Six of them remember killing someone on Saturday. On Monday, their victim walks into class. For Lina Vasseur, Nils Delcourt, and their classmates, the evening left a precise, shared guilt they cannot dismiss. Yet nothing at school confirms the death they remember. The person they thought they had lost is there, with a life of their own and no reason to become the center of their confessions.
Open the novel ↗A moment in the opening pages
Jade on the couch arm, one pink sock and one black. Yanis with a mixing bowl on his head. Iris cutting the cake because no one trusted Théo with a knife. Nils Delcourt behind them, blurred, leaning toward the Bluetooth speaker. Half a face, a wrist, his sweatshirt’s green drawstring.Read the excerpt ↗