Kleindorf, April 1946
Kleindorf, April 1946His son was already two months old. They had named him Jarek after Katrina’s brother who’d died at the hand of the Nazis. Little Jarek had inherited his mother’s soft brown eyes and his father’s light blond hair.
After such a short time on earth, he’d already won over the hearts of the extended family and he was the only person who could make Rachel smile. After her return to the farm, she’d been sinking deeper and deeper into depression, the memory of the awful experiences preventing her from finding joy in her life. Richard was more than a little worried about her.
She needs some time to adapt, Aunt Lydia liked to say. Katrina reassured him, Wait until spring comes with more sunshine. This weather is tearing down everyone. But spring had come
