Chapter 27
Two hours later, a knock came on the apartment door. Sabine hurried toward it, wild butterflies dancing in her stomach. It was Werner! It had to be! Joy threaded through her at the expectation of seeing her husband again.
When she opened the door, she could barely suppress a gasp. Her handsome, virile husband was a mere shadow of his former self. His short brown hair had grown into a matted mess and despite his twenty-seven years, grey strands adorned his temples. His face was hollow and grey, his dirty bloodstained clothes hanging in rags from his lanky frame.
But he was alive. And free.
“Sabine,” he said with a shaky voice, taking an even shakier step toward her. With great effort he made it to the sitting room and tumbled onto the couch.
“Werner, my love. You’re here,” s
