For Greta, there was one question remaining unanswered: what happened to Greta’s beloved mother? That moment, from seemingly a lifetime ago, remained burned in the forefront of her memory. The anguished cry of her mother as she pleaded and begged Greta’s father to intercede. A slam of a door. The final goodbye.
There was one person who might know something. With the help of Liesel, Greta had sent a few letters covertly to her mother, letting her know she was still alive. They received no response to them, but she hoped somehow those letters, like messages in a bottle, found their way home. It was for this reason alone Greta found herself walking along the lonely path between her home and Liesel’s farm. Perhaps Fritz might have answers, after all, he had been in Berlin for the latter half
