You had sighed remembering last week, when you had visited Lars in prison, he was apologising for something, he hadn't told you what though.

now you were infront of your wide open front door, shock on your face as the news displayed text that had said; LARS WILHELM AND OTHERS ESCAPED?!"

your mouth slightly dropped as you heard a gruff voice with your son making you rush to his room to see Lars, smiling brightly,

"mein kleiner Junge..." he said as he held your todlers hand,