Katrina and Richard returned to their usual routine, working the small farm. They had quotas to fill and sell to the Germans, feed themselves, and feed a group of resistance fighters hiding in the woods. Food was never enough, money was always scarce.
But they had each other, and despite the threats of doom hanging over them, they held on to the moments of happiness like holding on to dear life itself. The gift of a wildflower could brighten Katrina’s face and earn Richard a kiss that made his insides melt and stirred his desire for her. As long as a whisper of hope remained, they would not succumb to the drabness of war.
Several days later, a bedraggled Stan staggered into the farmhouse at dusk without saying a word. Katrina led him to the kitchen table and filled his mug with hot herb
