L'été De Tous Les Chagrins -

The “all” in l’été de tous les chagrins started with a postcard.

But her hand slipped. The blade gouged a long, ugly scratch across the stone. For a moment, she stared at the gash. Then, without thinking, she kept carving. She carved Léo’s name and then scratched it out violently. She carved Papa and then shattered the tip of the blade on the hard stone. l'été de tous les chagrins

Now, sorrow number four was the quietest and the worst. Chloé’s little brother, Lucas, who was seven, stopped speaking. He would only sit by the empty chicken coop, humming a tuneless song. The doctors called it “selective mutism.” Chloé called it the sound of a family collapsing. The “all” in l’été de tous les chagrins