In a small, rain-slicked town on the edge of the Black Forest, there was a phrase that carried more weight than gold: Es tut mir leid.
He had tried to apologize then, but the words felt too small for the decades of friendship that had frozen along with the petals. Es Tut Mir Leid
To a stranger, it’s just the German way of saying "I’m sorry." Но to the locals of Oakhaven, it was an exchange of debt. In a small, rain-slicked town on the edge