30 chapitres En cours d'écriture Some prayers are never spoken aloud. She writes hers in the margins of notebooks, ink carrying the weight of grief and faith. He never says much, but silence follows him like a shadow - heavy, steady, unreadable. When their worlds collide, it isn't with grand confessions or dramatic beginnings. It starts with quiet glances, scribbled words, and the kind of understanding that doesn't need to be spoken. Between God and grief, silence and scribbles, they find a story neither of them expected - a story whispered between lines.