"But sweetheart," she exclaimed, failing at pushing the man back onto his bed. "I don't get it- Rolf?" Aletta said, careful not to stress him out, but before she knew he had dressed himself and walked out of the room. "I could never leave you, that's absurd!"<br/><br/>Aletta overthought everything she had heard that morning when she pointed the gun at the wounded man, hanging from the branches of the old apple tree. Oh, how she wanted to out her frustration...