Richard had nowhere to go. He couldn’t very well return to his unit after being AWOL for so many weeks. The memory of the interrogation in Warsaw was still vivid, and they wouldn’t give him the benefit of doubt the second time around. Having to face a firing squad wasn’t on his list of things to do, so returning to Wehrmacht barracks was out of the question.
Tadzio’s house came to mind, but Richard had left Katrina to protect her and her family, so how could he impose the threat of his existence on his only friend Tadzio now? No. Richard shook his head. He had to steer clear of anyone he knew and loved.
He walked along the road leading to Lodz, pondering his options. There weren’t many left. Hiding in the woods might be one. But the dense forest around Lodz was infested with partisans an
