September 1943
September 1943“Run!” Ruth hissed into Greta’s ear. Now, it must be now. The guards were distracted by a commotion on the other side of the camp. Greta grabbed three-year-old Ezra, hoisting him onto her hip, darting to the fence. Two inmates had already cut through the wire, using the chaos as cover. It was only a matter of time before the hole was discovered and their chance for freedom would be gone.
Without even a hasty glance over her shoulder, Greta made it to the triple fence. She took a deep breath. Now, she must go now. She helped Ezra thread through the opening and then followed behind, sliding along their bellies. The cut wires caught on her clothes, tearing at her skin, but she was able to wrest herself free. First fence… second fence… third fence… They were thro
