Chapter TwelvePia stared at the back of the driver’s head. She clenched her fists and focused on using the breathing techniques she taught her patients to quell panic.
The agent next to her periodically glanced in her direction, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of meeting his gaze. God, help me. I’m trying to accept that Your will for me might be death, but I’m not ready to die. If You do take me home, please look after Mutti…and Dieter.
Remembering Dieter’s crooked grin, she smiled. The time spent with him had brightened her life. At first a friend, and now…what? Somewhere in the midst of working together to thwart Hitler’s plans by hiding and transporting Jewish mothers and babies, she’d fallen in love with him. Too bad she might not get the opportunity to tell him.
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