My world spun once again.
“The papers?” August whispered in my ear.
I nodded.
August still had his old passport. I had none. I’d applied for it months ago, but it hadn’t arrived. And if the soldiers saw my ID . . . Adele Haimovich. Citizen of a country that no longer existed. All German-speaking Czechoslovakian citizens officially became Reich Germans this morning . . . but there was little chance of appealing to that. My name would condemn me.
“Come here,” he said softly. Somehow, he managed to push me inside a nearby technical compartment. “I noticed when the conductor tried to lock it, but it didn’t work,” August added in a low voice. “Stay there. Hold the door shut, no matter what.”
I managed to lock gazes with August before the door closed.
I could only hear what was happening o
