His mother, his woman - 3

December 16th, 1924,

The winter had been particularly harsh that year, with snow piling high against the cobblestone streets. As Jaegar's carriage trudged through the frost-laden paths, the weak afternoon sun offered little respite from the biting cold.

The wheels creaked to a halt before his home. Jaegar adjusted sleeves and pulled his wool coat tighter around his broad shoulders as he stepped down from the carriage, his polished boots crunching in the fresh snow.

He thanked the coachman and turned to the house.

Something was amiss. Several vehicles were parked along the street in front of his residence - a sight that gave him pause.

These horseless carriages, as some called them, were becoming more common in the city, but they remained a novelty in their quiet neighbourhood.