Chapter Twenty-ThreeGerard glanced at his watch. “It’s been three hours since the German goons left. I believe it’s safe for us to continue our journey.” He rose from the sofa and faced Pierre’s mother. He clasped her hands. “Thank you for risking your life for us. For everything you’ve done. Is there anything we can do for you before we leave?”
“Non. I will pray for your safe travels. Do I need to review the instructions on how to find the café?”
He shook his head. “I remember.”
Pierre ran across the room and wrapped his arms around Gerard’s leg. “I will miss you. Thank you for making Maman smile again, even if only for a little while.”
“And I will miss you.” Gerard swallowed the lump in his throat. The bright, inquisitive boy had wormed his way into Gerard’s heart. He ruffled the you
