Disappointed not to have found the talent found in "Sarah"

Justine forties, she is a freelance translator, her husband Andrew is an architect, they have two children: Malcolm, 13, and Georgia, 9 years. They have a peaceful and ordinary life in Paris until the day when Malcolm gets hit on a pedestrian crossing. The motorist fled.
Malcolm is in a coma and no prognosis is possible. Everything changes for this mother.
The investigation takes time and both parents react differently and end up not understanding.
Justine wants to understand, wants to know who is here with his son, and why that person has not stopped.
When she learns the name and address of automiste blamed it does not reflect and recover from this woman who also is a mother. But his drama will meet one another ...
His son he will come out of the coma?

A novel that is far from living up to "Sarah".
Certainly the subject is dramatic but unfortunately commonplace. This book looks a little too maudlin these telefilms.
The story is a bit slow and I admit I won several reprises.C'est fairly predictable, it is a little bored but we would like so that the end is not quite that at which it is expected that one is pushed to finish it.
Therefore no originality nor in how to address this issue in the short or writing a painful but bland narrative.

Touching by since time has snapped up by the various emotions of this woman: dejection, anger ... but I was not unduly affected because I found all a bit repetitive.