Chapter 30
That evening when Peter picked her up from work, he didn’t pull her in for a much-needed hug and kiss, but told her to meet him at her place in five.
“Peter, what’s wrong?” she asked, worried, when she unlocked the door.
“Nothing, sweetheart, but I think it’s best if we lie low for a while. We don’t want to raise any suspicions.” Only when she’d locked the door after they both slipped through did he wrap her up in his arms. “How was your day?”
“The Gestapo came and questioned everyone.” Anna leaned her head against his chest, and sensed the stumble in his heartbeat at the mention of the Gestapo.
“And?” He held her at arm’s length, looking into her eyes.
“They believed my story. But…” Bile rose in her throat and she willed it down. “…They knew about…him and me…so I told the
