“Follow me.” The young soldier who’d brought her lunch opened the door and beckoned her forward.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked nervously. It was late already and the guilt at exposing Richard to harm had been nagging at her ever since she’d decided to come clean.
“To see your man. He has something to tell you.”
Katrina wrung her hands in despair. Of course, they had informed him about her betrayal. And now he’d tell her to go to hell, repudiate her and their unborn child, screaming that he never wanted to see her again. Fear chocked her, making it impossible to breathe. She should have stayed strong and kept to their cover story.
The young GI halted in front of another door, turned the key in the lock and escorted her inside. When she saw Richard slumped on the chair, his handso
