Chapter 12
The police station in Mindelheim possessed only one holding cell, for which Lotte was grateful. At least she wasn’t alone in the dank, dirty cell with bars on the windows and door.
As miserable as her situation was, at least she shared it with Rachel and her siblings. Lotte sank to the floor, her arms around her legs, her head hidden between her knees. She didn’t want to see or hear anything. Not the threadbare woolen blankets lying on the single cot. Not the moss growing in the cracks on the wall. And definitely not Rachel’s quiet but desperate voice trying to comfort her younger brothers and sister.
Rachel had given each of them a blanket and was now talking Mindel and Aron into lying down to sleep. So far, it wasn’t working, and Lotte couldn’t blame them. She raised her he
