A cascade of family pressure follows. Parents call. Uncles and aunts are multiplying their messages. "She's your sister." "It's just a signature." "The family sticks together." Not a word about Lily. Not a single one.
A dinner with the appearance of a collection
The parents organize a "family" reunion. When he crossed the threshold, Jordan immediately grasped the situation: it was a fundraiser disguised as a meal. An urn is placed on the coffee table, envelopes subtly slip into it. Alyssa, dressed in white, notebook in hand, approaches Jordan with her best smile.
"Dad told me you could put ten." "Ten what?" "Ten thousand euros."
Pronounced with the detachment of someone who asks for the carafe of water. Jordan leans over to Lily, gently grabs her hand. "Shall we go home, my darling?" And they leave the premises. Without any uproar. Without tears. With absolute serenity.
