There were no signs of joy on that Christmas. And when his daughter had to leave the table, her stomach still growling, he felt the tears press on. He shot his wife a helpless glance, but she had the same expression. They needed to talk about this situation as soon as possible, ‘cause things couldn’t stay they way they were. Jürgen knew that, but he wasn’t scared for his own life. He feared for his daughter.
He smiled as he carried her off to bed, but a teardrop had escaped the corner of his eye . Annabelle could see it as she watched him walk up the creaky stairs. She bit her lower lip in order to hold the sobs back. When their daughter turned to look at her, she felt herself losing it. She turned to face the kitchen, with her back towards her daughter.
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