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My mother is still afraid of being abandoned.

Even though a mother is not someone who can be abandoned, we have to be careful, because it’s not all that clear to her.

I ask her whether she is sure she wants to go.

She says yes.

The day goes by, and we find ourselves in a taxi, on our way to you.

Ten identical towers reach toward the sky. A caretaker is in the foyer. The names of tenants are listed on the wall, each one with a little buzzer for visitors to announce their arrival.

Suzanne Meloche. Your name. Written in your hand. Round, painstaking letters. Apartment 560.

We slip in with a neighbour. Outlaws.

We don’t talk in the elevator.