Chapter Twenty-SevenEmily unclenched her hands and wiped her damp palms on her skirt. She glanced at the other passengers on the train and sighed. Each one seemed lost in his or her own world, studiously avoiding anyone else’s eyes. Staring out the window, hidden behind newspapers, pretending to sleep, her fellow travelers sought anonymity and invisibility. The longer the occupation lasted, the more France’s citizens developed into frightened and distrustful souls. She shook her head. The lighthearted, cultured country she’d grown to love as a visiting student was being crushed under German boots.
She looked at the empty seat next to her and frowned. Despite the danger, at some level, roving France with Gerard had been exciting and fulfilling. She’d never felt more alive, and his intellig
