Anna had been putting in more and more hours at the Charité in a frantic quest to make that vaccine work as soon as possible. It was the only way she could think of to appease her conscience. Day in, day out she told herself that it wasn’t her infecting the children, that she was merely growing the bacteria cultures, following orders. There was nothing she could do.
Sacrifices have to be made for the greater good. The words kept reverberating through her brain. Both Professor Scherer and Peter had used the same words, but their meaning lay worlds apart.
Sacrifices have to be made for the greater goodAnna shrugged and looked out the window. At this time of the year, March, spring should be on its way to light up the city. But instead of blossoming trees, flowers, and green grass, all she
