Chapter 15
August 1944, Paris, France
So as to avoid inadvertently appearing in the middle of a Gestapo barracks, they had researched bombed out buildings in the centre of Paris and found the perfect spot – an old stone church, its spire a pile of rubble in what must have been the nave. Emilia released Seb’s hand and turned in a slow circle. It was dark, but with a nearly full moon there was enough light to see the destruction around her. Two of the original four walls were completely gone, the remaining two jagged and torn. Weeds were growing through the cracks and craters, which wasn’t surprising considering they had read this particular section of Paris had been heavily bombed in the early part of the war. Seeing the ruins first hand made this war seem so real all of a sudden and
