Lotte arrived at the German premises, but no warm welcome awaited her there. Instead, two Gestapo officers were expecting her arrival. She was taken to the basement and manhandled into an interrogation room.
“Sit down,” the man in charge ordered.
“Why am I here? Why am I not allowed to return to my duties?” Lotte used all her courage to keep her voice from trembling.
“I’m the one asking the questions,” he said with a s******c grin on his face. “Where have you been?”
“I was captured by the partisans together with three soldiers on August fifth.” She didn’t dare look at him, for fear she’d spring into tears.
“But you were found in a hospital. You don’t look injured to me.” He stood and walked around her, burying his fingers into her hair and yanking it up.
Searing pain made her yelp.
