Lotte woke from a fitful sleep when an armed guard entered her cell, delivering water and bread as well as pen and paper. Was she really going to write her last letter? Tears threatened to spill down her face, but she refused to give her captors the gratification of seeing her cry.
“Here, write. I’ll be back soon,” the guard said.
She gulped down the water and chewed the bread, this time not saving anything for later. The white sheet of paper seemed to mock her, and she swallowed hard as she realized that this stupid paper represented her last chance to express her feelings for her family.
Far from it.
Alexandra Wagner was an orphan and if she broke her cover now, she’d endanger the very persons she loved so much. Tears slipped down her cheeks. A fat lot she cared! She’d die today anyw
