‘The first thing I wanted to do after landing at Charleroi Airport on a rainy Saturday evening in October 2021 was to go back to the house – our house. I had spent over a month in Corsica under the yellow neon lights of Bay 6, wandering through the dilapidated corridors of Bastia Hospital and gasping for air in the intensive care waiting room, brimming with terror. The first thing I did was go back to the house – our house. I wanted to see what effect it would have on me: To defuse the bomb or let it explode straight away. I’d left the house in the summer, and by the time Bertrand died it was autumn’. ‘The house was like a fortified castle’ (Lou Colpé).