“What’s troubling you, my love?” Richard asked, putting his arm around Katrina’s shoulders.
“Nothing.” She pushed him away, pretending to be busy tending to the bunnies.
“I can see that you’re worried, since you have that frown on your forehead,” Richard said, trying to sound carefree. The uncertainty about the fates of her family had taken a toll on Katrina and she was closing herself down, shutting him out. Like a fish, she seemed to slip from his hands whenever he tightened his grip. Since he adored her with all his heart and soul, the prospect of losing her caused his entire body to constrict with grief.
“Things are such a mess,” she finally said. “For all the rumors of an end to the war, nothing has changed. Deportations from the Ghetto can start any day now and we still haven’t th
