You quickly left to run some errands, mostly groceries for dinner. When you returned, your once cleanly daughter was covered head to toe in mud, it dripped from her bunny slippers onto the tiles.

Those were new pyjamas you had just put on her, how did König he let her outside and let her get dirty?

“Schatzi, could you bathe her?” König asked as he lifted your daughter, Anna, up into the air. He held her out to you, passing over responsibility.

As if she wasn’t his daughter too.