Although weak from hunger and exhaustion, the children hurried to the kinderlager barracks.
Bert hugged Eva, as they headed toward the infirmary. “You’re so cold,” Eva said.
“They marched us out of here, but I escaped. The Allied Forces must be getting very close to risk such an evacuation of so many thousands.”
Eva kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, Papa, God gave me exactly the right father, but where are we going to go? What are we going to do?”
“We will go home and demand our lives back,” Bert said. “Let’s tell your mother about the rebels and Peter. I can’t wait to see her face when she hears the little maestro turned into a commando.” They laughed and hugged each other, filled with a joy they hadn’t felt for years, a joy of possibilities, a joy of tomorrows.
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