Ursula moped around. Tom’s absence had sucked the joy right out of her bones. What good did it do that he was stationed in Germany, if she still couldn’t see him? As far as she was concerned, he could be on the other end of the world.
She balled her hand into a fist and punched it against the wall in despair. It wasn’t Tom’s fault, but right now she resented him for not standing up for her. He should go to his commanding officers, tell them they loved each other and an exception needed to be granted for them.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” Anna had entered the kitchen.
Ursula scoffed. “I’m alternating between wanting to strangle him, his superiors, Churchill himself, or myself.”
“Don’t do any of this,” Anna said, putting a hand on Ursula’s arm.
“It’s just… I want to see him. No, I must see hi
