Chapter 2: The Quiet Before the Storm [🎵]

Father's anger boiled over at supper, his words sharp and demanding: "Grete, you're the only one he listens to. Do something." "I've tried," I whispered, my voice almost too quiet to be heard. "Gregor won't answer." “Then try harder,” Father snapped, his voice hard, cold. “We can’t afford this nonsense. He needs to pull his weight.”Mother’s soft voice, always the counterbalance to Father’s anger, cut through the tension. “Leave her be,” she murmured, her eyes downcast. “She’s doing her best.”

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