Chapter Four: Echoes in the Hallway [🎵]

I had prepared it carefully this time, folding the napkin neatly and arranging everything as if organizing the tray could somehow bridge the growing chasm between us. “Gregor,” I called softly, my voice trembling. “It’s me, Grete. Please… please say something.” The silence that followed was deafening. Not even the faint rustle from the night before, the faintest hint of life, dared to break through. It felt like the air in the house had solidified, becoming a barrier that held us apart.

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