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Gisela squatted with the dustpan and brush, and overbalanced. She put her hand down and felt a pricking sensation somewhere at the end of her arm. She ignored it and focused on sweeping up the broken glass. Her heart raced when the door opened and, like a child, she braced herself for the reprimand.

It came quickly. “Verdammt! Schon wieder! And you’ve cut yourself. Come and sit here.” Sascha reached into the First Aid cupboard.

He grimaced as he tied a bandage around her hand. His mouth was clamped shut and his eyes were angry. Her head thumped with alcohol and shame. It should be her role to tend the family wounds. What a scheiß job she’d made of that. Their seeping scars could never heal.

She slurred. “How was your swim? Did you see your girl?”

He tore the end of the bandage. “Leave it alone,” he growled.