<blockquote>After the fall of the barricades, Enjolras' mother finds a series of letters her late son wrote to a mysterious R.
It was curious, Adélaïde thought, how little she had known of her only child. Though perhaps curious was not the right word.
Standing in the small, cramped room she had not known her son had rented, surrounded by books and pamphlets she had not known he had cared to read, she reached out and touched the strange little bundle of letters on his desk and wondered what further secrets they might reveal.</blockquote>
