The ghost of Ingrid Leroux

There's a moment, just before sinking completely, when pride seems like a lifeline. Colette knows this. That's why she grabs the hand offered to her without looking at who it belongs to. Only money matters. Only climbing out of the abyss matters.

But hands can also squeeze. Glances can also hurt. And in the Leroux house, where the walls are white and silences have an owner, she will discover that there are things worse than being forgotten.