The Kindertransport started up again and traveled on through Holland. The children laughed and talked. When weariness overtook them, the train grew quiet, and the constant rhythm of the wheels on the track rocked the little ones to sleep at last.
Stephen and Hans stared out the dark windows. Stephen turned back in his seat to look at William over Peter’s seat.
“Eva should be here,” Stephen whispered.
“William doesn’t deserve to take her place,” Hans said.
Becca shifted in the seat next to him. “I hate William. He’s not a good brother. A good brother helps you out.” She rested her head on Peter’s shoulder. “I love Eva. Peter does, too.”
The spunky little spitfire didn’t see her brother’s glare, because she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, knowing that the responsibility to keep her safe was now Peter’s.
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