Chapter 15
The gnawing guilt nagged Anna for the rest of the day. Every time she thought she had it beaten back, it returned with a vengeance. When Anna arrived home, Ursula and Mutter were preparing dinner.
“Hello, darling,” Mutter said, peeling potatoes. “You look tired.”
“Yes, it was a tough day,” Anna answered and poured herself a glass of water. She needed to talk to someone about the events of the day. Normally the first person to set her moral compass straight would be her mother, but she couldn’t tell her. Not today anyway. Mutter still believed Anna was working as a simple nurse at the Charité. No, today she didn’t have the strength to confess that she was working as a research assistant, trying to find a tuberculosis vaccine.
“Everyone is tired these days,” Mutter said, attac
