Room Fourteen

Les Tilleuls residential home was a single-storey building in pale brick, put up in the nineteen-nineties at the entrance to Baelen, with a gravel car park and a thuja hedge clipped square.

There were no lime trees.

Margot stayed in her car for five minutes before going in, preparing sentences that were of no use.

At reception, a young woman asked her who she had come to see.