My Little French Cousin By Malajuven 57l 〈Cross-Platform〉

The conflict came in August.

The summer heat in southern France wrapped around us like a silk scarf as I stepped off the train in Bordeaux in July. Mathilde was waiting at the station, her wavy dark hair tucked behind her ears, her green eyes sharp and curious. “You’re taller than I imagined,” she said, studying me with the enthusiasm of someone who’d been crafting this moment in her mind for weeks. My Little French Cousin By Malajuven 57l

The sale happened.