Then he curled up and cried so that he couldn’t speak.
I hugged her.
I didn’t look at the money anymore.
The door
We went to her room.
We got her bag, her phone and her papers.
Stefan followed us down the hall.
He wasn’t screaming.
It somehow made everything more unbearable.
He kept talking to the voice with which he had explained family decisions for years.
Where we’ll rest?
Which car to buy.
When to repair the roof.
Now he used the same tone to explain why he convinced our daughter that she had to part with part of her body.
At the entrance stood in front of us.
Let’s get along first.
I pulled my phone out.
“Step back.
He looked at the screen.
Then Emma.
Move it.
We went out.
It was cool outside.
My daughter pressed against me like she hadn’t done in years.
Mom, I already signed.
