Chapter 25
Richard pressed his forehead against the cool steel of the bars in the cell. His head whirled with confusing thoughts and emotions. After months on the road they’d finally reached the gateway to Germany. It would be a cruel twist of fate to fail literally at the last step into freedom after having survived for so long.
He groaned, his fists curled around the metal bars, images of his time in the prisoners’ camp in Wroclaw coming to his mind. Cold sweat broke out on his back, when he heard steps coming up behind him.
It was Katrina who put a hand on his shoulder and said, “We will be fine. Nothing’s going to happen to us in here.”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered in her ear.
“This is not your fault,” she whispered back, putting her arm around his waist. “Come sit with me.”
She led
