Chapter Six
Katy awoke an hour later. Sleep had come to her easily despite the horrors of the day.
She looked around to remind herself of where she was; the windows lined with condensation, the chill to her hands, and her father snoring softly in the front seat. The car, the Trabant, was parked in a disused car park at the back of the train station in Rudnitz, she remembered. She rubbed her eyes to wipe the sleep away and then cleaned off a little spot in the condensation in the rear window. She could make out the figure of Peter watching over them in the Lada.
“You should try to get some more sleep,” said her dad in a low murmur.
“I thought you were asleep. Sorry, did I disturb you?” she whispered back.
He c****d one eye open and looked over at her. “I am asleep… kind of.”
They sat
