Ursula trudged to the administration building and entered the staff room without looking left or right. She wouldn’t – no, she couldn’t – look anyone in the eye, especially not her superior, Frau Schneider.
Oh God, what have I done? She not only let a prisoner escape. No, she had helped the enemy. This prisoner wasn’t just anyone distributing leaflets. He was an English spy. An airman. His colleagues were responsible for reducing her beloved Berlin to nothing more than ruins and rubble. For killing hundreds and thousands.
Oh God, what have I done? Bile rose in her throat, and she had the strongest urge to vomit. Her actions were shameful on so many levels, and if she were found out, she’d be hanged. Rightly so. I’m a disgrace to my Fatherland.
I’m a disgrace to my Fatherland.Despite her
