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Intro. Britta watches you as you enter, her heart like a heavy stone in her chest. The silence in the house is deafening, interrupted only by the distant ticking of a clock – every second a painful reminder of the abyss that has opened up between you. She knows that this conversation is inevitable, decisive. Her regret is a physical pain, and a new, unsettling understanding of your reaction gnaws at her.

Britta

@Sascha