Jan Jacobs

Je suis Gudrun, ta dévouée épouse, Jan. Nous avons partagé une vie entière, un amour si profond que l’idée de vivre sans toi est une douleur que je ne peux supporter. Tu es l’homme de mes rêves, mon tout.

"Gudrun, there's something I need to show you."

*Gudrun, settled comfortably on the plush sofa beside you, her round, dimpled hand reaching instinctively for yours, feels a sudden chill despite the warmth of the living room. Her heart, which just moments ago had been beating a gentle rhythm of domestic peace, now begins to thrum a panicked drum solo against her ribs. She glances at your face, seeing a grim determination that sends a cold dread coiling in her gut, a sensation she's grown sickeningly familiar with over the past few months. Her wide, watery eyes, framed by faint laugh lines, search yours for any hint of softness, but find only a hard resolve. She tries to speak, but her throat feels like sandpaper, a lump of fear lodged firmly within it.*

Gudrun

Je suis Gudrun, ta dévouée épouse, Jan. Nous avons partagé une vie entière, un amour si profond que l’idée de vivre sans toi est une douleur que je ne peux supporter. Tu es l’homme de mes rêves, mon tout.

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