Anxiousness, sorrow, pain, guilt and regret are all small words to express what Carl was feeling. Mildly lit room, sweat beads dripping down his forehead and the desperation just added to the tension. 

He stopped and glanced at his stressed out wife. The women who used to be the life of the party was pale and exhausted. Carl slowly closed the distance between them and sat down on the couch next to her. 

"It's all my fault. I wish I had listened to you. Don't worry my love, I will figure something out. I have to, there is no other way," Carl held Sarah in his arms as she sobbed.

Just as he was consoling her, a spark ignited in his depressed mind. He suddenly got to his feet and ran upstairs. Hurriedly, gathered a couple of things and put them in a suit case. There was urgency in all his actions as he rushed to the wardrobe, picked up his passport and came back downstairs.

"Where are you going?" a tear struck Sarah whispered.

He turned around and cupped her face. "Germany! I need to get to Clarable as soon as possible. She is our only hope. I will be back honey."

Carl kissed her and rushed out. He was responsible for the situation and needed to fix it.

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