Zara had fully recovered and Dr. Ebert told her she couldn’t stay at the hospital any longer, because the bed was needed for other patients.
“What shall I do?” she asked Marlene.
“I’m so sorry. You know that I can’t invite you to stay at our place, because my parents would never allow this.” Marlene wrinkled her forehead in deep thought. “We could ask Bruni.”
“Bruni? Over my dead body! She’s living with that Russian captain, right?” Zara was trembling with fear.
Marlene looked at her friend with empathy. Zara had yet to overcome the traumatic shock. “She’s not living with him…but he’s visiting on a regular basis.”
“I will not set foot into the same apartment with one of those depraved monsters,” Zara said, pressing her lips into a tight line.
“I’ll ask her if she knows of another pla
