Peter glanced at Ursula, slightly shaking his head at the stubborn woman.
“No. And this is my last word,” Ursula said.
“Ursula, but why on earth won’t you stay here?” Lydia asked, a pleading tone in her voice. Peter knew why but couldn’t very well confront her with her work for the underground network; at least, not where Lydia or the children could hear.
“Because I’m needed in Berlin.” Ursula pushed out her lip and put a hand on her hip, before she flinched with pain and smoothed her hand across her huge belly. By the looks of it, the baby could come anytime now, although it wasn’t due for another two weeks.
“Ursula, that is not what is best for you or the baby,” her mother commented. “Why must you be so stubborn?”
“It’s not stubbornness,” Ursula defended herself.
“Of course it is,”
