“This the first place they’ll look!” Dr. Werner’s wife, Anna, hissed in the darkness.
“We have no choice,” Werner whispered. “We can’t outrun them.”
Anna’s sister was trembling. “I’m so frightened,” she said. “What made us think we could escape?”
“We knew it would be dangerous,” her husband reminded them.
“And now we’re hiding under the altar in the church,” Anna said. “We’ll never get away.”
“Yes, we will,” Dr. Werner assured them. “Just be quiet. We’ll wait another hour and then make our way back home.”
“If the Stasi don’t find us first,” Anna said.
“Hush!” Werner hissed.
The large oak doors of the church slowly swung open, the brass hinges squeaking in protest. Footsteps crossed the threshold, the boot heels echoing on the tiled floor. Then they stopped and it was quiet. Several
