Anna jumped at the sound of steps and quickly stood up, smoothing her hands down her skirt.
“Both of your patients seem to be fine,” she said to the doctor who approached them holding up a tiny piece of awful-smelling bread.
“That’s good.”
“I should leave,” she said more to herself than anyone else and fled from the barracks.
Her feet barely obeyed her, wanting to return to Peter and drag him behind her to safety. Despite her inner turmoil, she managed to mask her expression and assume a businesslike demeanor.
On the short walk to the commandant’s office, she passed several British prisoners and the faded uniforms reminded her of Tom, the RAF pilot her sister Ursula had smuggled out of the country. If Peter was too stubborn to let her save him, she could at least save his brother. And
