Nothing made sense, I didn't know if I was even alive. The pain and torture were unbearable, I would never be able to get the image of my dead baby out of my head. My family was my only source of strength during this time of darkness. Hans was drunk every minute of every day, he always had meetings strange men and claimed that he would find who was responsible for our daughter's death. The had been two lynchings of Jews in the past three weeks since Kaiser's death and I suspected that my husband was behind it. I decided to focus on my only living child, he needed me and I would dedicate all my time and energy towards him. I was preparing lunch when Heinrich ran into the kitchen and hugged my waist.
"Hey, baby". I said kissing his head and he just looked at me. He had not said a word since
