The months flew by in a blur, and summer flashed by before Ursula’s eyes. Her work at the prison, though still a hindrance to her happiness, remained much more pleasant than before. Despite her feeble attempts to prevent it, Ursula had developed a bond with the female inmates.
She had cried tears of joy when Margit Staufer was released into freedom and tears of sadness when Hilde Quedlin was executed. It had been an unpleasant surprise for everyone at Plötzensee because Hilde had been the first woman to suffer this fate after the unofficial statement that women weren’t executed anymore.
The tension in the cellblock had increased to a point where it was palpable, and every woman had been asking herself if she were next in line. Ursula’s heart went out to them, but there wasn’t much she co
