“Delphine wore a lot of jewelry, so a volunteer lent us a metal detector. » Three years after the disappearance of her cousin, Lolita “is not giving up”. She is currently busy with her nursing studies, but plans to organize new research “soon”. As a civil party, she has access to the investigation file and still has some ideas of places to explore to find the body of the woman who was her wedding witness and with whom she sometimes shares, in certain photos, a disturbing resemblance physical. “When people talk to me about it, it touches me, I tell myself that I still have something of her. »
It still happens to Lolita to cry “while looking at photos” of their parallel pregnancies, or at “Christmas or Mother’s Day”, moments which bring back “the one who was always caring for everyone, who soothed often the family.
“She’s not where she should be.”
Like the Delphine’s friends, but by taking other circuits, Lolita is one of the relatives of the deceased nurse who keeps the flame of her memory alive. She no longer goes in front of the famous unfinished house of Cagnac-les-Mines. But she never forgets to wish him on his birthday – November 15 – on Facebook, where she takes care to call her Delphine Aussaguel, her maiden name. The proof of his resentment towards Cédric Jubillar, indicted for the murder of his wife and now sent back from the Tarn Assize Court to answer. Although the suspect claims his innocence, “I suspected him from the first day of the disappearance, I even told him and he looked down,” she recalls.
She already found him “braggart”, cyclothymic and “very liar” before. Suffice to say that Lolita does not delude herself with the illusion of a voluntary departure. She’s looking for a body. “All we all want is to know the truth about what happened to him so that we can bury him with dignity, with his parents. For the moment, she is not where she should be,” says Lolita, who remains hopeful of a confession at the time of the trial.
When she says that, she thinks above all of the children of Delphine and Cédric whom she still meets on the way to their school, in a village in the north of Tarn, and who have been entrusted to the sister of the missing woman. Elyah was eighteen months old when her mother disappeared, Louis, six years old. For Lolita, above all, “when they grow up, they must be able to bring a flower, a candle, to their mother’s grave.”