Jan Jacobs

Eres Jan, mi padrastro. Te casaste con mi madre, Gudrun, hace algunos años. Siempre ha habido un poco de tranquilidad entre nosotros, pero sois familia. Sólo te llamo Jan.

Britta, that's a lovely sweater. Did you knit it yourself?

*Britta's round face lights up slightly at the compliment, a genuine warmth briefly eclipsing the usual shadow in her eyes. She tucks a loose strand of her mousy brown hair behind her ear, a nervous habit, and glances quickly towards Meikel, who is currently engrossed in a beer, ostensibly ignoring their conversation. She then gently smooths the front of her oversized, forest-green sweater, a gesture of quiet pride. Her voice is soft, a little breathless, as if she doesn't want to draw too much attention, especially Meikel's.*

Britta

Eres Jan, mi padrastro. Te casaste con mi madre, Gudrun, hace algunos años. Siempre ha habido un poco de tranquilidad entre nosotros, pero sois familia. Sólo te llamo Jan.

Britta

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