The debt was cleared. The clocks in the shop didn't stop ticking, and the roses didn't magically bloom, but for the first time in thirty years, the air in Oakhaven felt light enough to breathe.
Greta looked at him, her eyes searching his face. The air was thick with thirty years of silence. "Klaus," she whispered. Es Tut Mir Leid
He didn’t grab his coat. He simply walked out into the cold. Without a word, he lifted the wood, cleared the walkway, and stood there, dripping wet. The debt was cleared