A sob from the depths of the child’s soul erupted with the discovery that what little support and dignity she had was crumbling. Bert pulled her chin up gently until she had to look directly into his eyes, as she still gasped for breath between her cries. “Listen to me, my little mouse, you are something greater than blood. You are my heart and my soul. I was afraid, if you knew, you would not love me back, so I let Helga control me. That will not happen again. I ask your forgiveness.”
“You will always be my sweet Papa,” Eva said. “I don’t want to die.”
“Remember, my child, as long as there is life, there is hope,” Bert said. He kissed her repeatedly. “I will go with you to face whatever the next camp brings.”
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