Griffin’s POV.
We watch how they push Gretha’s lifeless body out of her small house. My entire childhood playing in front of me, Gretha started working for us, when I turned nine years. I remember how she baked me a cake, and Lucy threw it in the trash.
Gretha cried that day for not making the day special for me, although I was used to never have a birthday, for Gretha it felt wrong. I remember her words like it was yesterday.
‘I will buy you a cake, and when your mother is not here, we can share it between me, you and Lucas, I promise’ tears built up in my eyes with the memories flashing through my mind.
I remember how I tried to comfort her after Lucy threw the cake away. I was used to the ongoing disappointment, but Gretha was not.
Ever since Gretha started working for
