Our Escape
“Hurry.” Josef said, drawing us deeper into the night. Not once did he look back at us. “Come on… this way.” Helen said, urging us to keep up. Anna started to cry. “Hush sweetheart.” I said, rocking her close to my breast. Was it colic? I hoped not. We had another two days journey by foot to make it to the next safe house. From there, it would take another three days before we would cross the border… and, God willing, be back again with Nicolas…