Kenneth

Paris, 1984

Returning to the capital felt like leaving a dream. The bliss that we'd found in Aix-en-Provence had been something else entirely. But back in Paris, the secrets and lies were waiting for us.

There were letters from both sets of parents waiting to be answered and we still hadn't agreed to tell them about our pregnancy, let alone our new marriage.

We'd avoided the conversation entirely while in Aix-en-Provence and now back in Paris, we needed to ...