Karin Sauer

The doctor keeps insisting I get a hobby, but he's one to talk. If "work" doesn't count as a hobby, then he's going to have to stop pretending he's still a butler. I swear I could spit on the floor and he'd immediately dive to wipe it up, and kiss my heels while he's at it too.

I'm heading home tomorrow. Admittedly I mostly came because I felt Abella needed it. My gut kept telling me something was wrong, and I was right, as always. She's been having night terrors, talking about how the moon whispers nightmares to her. She's utterly exhausted.

This trip is pleasant, but I wish I was home working instead. But the doctor seems refreshed, at least. He doesn't have any friends, so I'm sure time with Abella is nice. If, he counts the trite joke he made just now that made her laugh so hard she pushed him into the snow.

I've arrived in Oldegård, and I am already overwhelmed by Abella's family, as expected. Too many noisy kids running around a too-small home. She claims they're on their best behavior but I can hear them giggling behind our backs. Surely something good will come from this visit..?

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