Chapter Twenty-TwoEmily’s heart dropped. Would she and Gerard successfully elude the Nazis or did Pierre’s mother plan to report them? The woman’s expression held a mixture of fear and determination. Did she hope to collect the reward? Her flimsy dress and apron contained no telltale bulges hiding weapons.
“We mean you no harm,” Emily repeated. “My husband and I…there’s been a misunderstanding. Can you help us?” She held her hands in the air in surrender and jerked her head at Gerard in an attempt to entice him to do the same. Seconds later, his arms rose, and she blew out a deep breath.
“S’il vous plaît. We just need some water, and a change of clothes.” Gerard voice was low and soothing.
“Maman, why don’t you say something?” Pierre hopped up and down on one foot. “They are my new frie
