The debt was cleared. The clocks in the shop didn't stop ticking, and the roses didn't magically bloom, but for the first time in thirty years, the air in Oakhaven felt light enough to breathe.
Greta looked at him, her eyes searching his face. The air was thick with thirty years of silence. "Klaus," she whispered. Es Tut Mir Leid
In a small, rain-slicked town on the edge of the Black Forest, there was a phrase that carried more weight than gold: Es tut mir leid. The debt was cleared
