The doorway filled with a man in a rumpled uniform. Its distinctive gray color was immediately recognizable. Oh, God! It’s a German soldier! Greta shielded Ezra with her body, trying to hide him from the man leering maliciously in their direction. Into her flesh gripped Ezra’s tiny fingernails, begging her to not let go.
Oh, God! It’s a German soldier!Using his booted foot, the soldier kicked the door closed behind him. He threw the lock, the slide of the bolt clicking ominously.
“I don’t want to be disturbed,” he uttered, his voice arctic cold. His German words were clipped, dripping with hate. “I’ve been watching you, seeing how you w***e after the Americans.” He pointed with a gnarled finger in the direction of the military encampment and spat on her clean floor. “Your betrayal cost u
