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As Evie’s pregnancy advanced, so too did the war in Europe. With the invasion of France, the surrender of Belgium, the retreat of the British Expeditionary Force to Dunkirk and their subsequent dramatic evacuation, all the news from England seemed to be bad news.
Sitting in the King’s Theatre, watching newsreels of German Panzer tanks rolling through the streets of Paris, Evie felt numb, hollowed out. She remembered a few glorious days she had spent in the French capital with her parents en route to the Cote d’Azur for a holiday. Seeing giant swastikas hanging from the Arc de Triomphe and jackbooted troops parading in triumph along the tree-lined boulevards, was chilling. Placing her hands over her swollen belly she asked herself what kind of world she was bringing her child into. Wha
