August 1, 1944
August 1, 1944Lotte awoke the next morning tired and wishing she could hide beneath the covers. Throughout the day, most of her colleagues would board the trains back home. While she didn’t want to join them, she felt nostalgic for her newfound friends now that they wouldn’t be around anymore.
At least Gerlinde and Heidi would stay until someone higher up the chain of command figured out where to send them.
“Aren’t you going to breakfast?” Gerlinde asked moments later.
“I don’t feel much like eating this morning. I’m already missing the others.” Lotte put her head between her hands.
“Come on, there’s no reason to mope. And we still have to go to work today,” Heidi said.
“You’re right. At least the two of you are staying here.” It was entirely selfish to think that way,
