Guards appeared. Boots hit the ground. Hands grabbed Lucas and pinned him to the ground.
"What have you done?"
"Nothing! He was alone! he shouted.
A deeper voice cut short the tumult.
"Stop."
A man stepped forward. Tall, elegant despite its restlessness. The worried look.
It was Alexandre Delcourt, a renowned business leader whose face often appeared in the economic press.
He lifted his son.
But the child immediately turned to Lucas, stretching out his arms towards him.
Silence fell.The gesture that changes everything
Alexander finally looked at the boy on the ground: his feet burned, his knees scratched, his hands damaged.
"What's your name?"
