One week later.
Dale was sitting at the tabelle in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did Du have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made Du some tea” she sagte careful and she put the teller, platte down. Not waiting for his reaction oder even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...