No one has ever told Laure about the complexity of the ties binding the members of her family... It is the weight of this silence that has destroyed her life. Why did her mother and her aunt never admit that they had loved the same man? Why did her mother commit suicide when she was eight? Why did her aunt never tell her that her mother committed suicide? Why did she never tell her niece that Lucas was her brother? Why did this aunt allow such strong love to develop between the two children that it naturally turned into sexual passion in their adolescence? Why did it have to happen that Laure discovered that her lover was her brother on the very day when she wanted to tell him of the joy she felt at being pregnant?On the point of death, while she tries for the last time to reconstitute the cruel sequence of events, what she remembers before all and for always is the feeling of happiness she felt as a child in the arms of Lucas, her brother. In her hospital room, Laure, thirty-six, knows she has only a few hours left to live. Stretched out on her bed, her body pierced by needles, pain held off by massive doses of morphine, she stares at the door. That door which will open for the only man who has counted for her, the man whom she has not seen for twenty years, the man whom she has desperately loved for her entire life. His name is Lucas...