Weeks later, Charlie sat in Marla’s London Bloomsbury House office, hungrily eating fish and chips.
Marla smiled at him. “So, you finally made it, Charlie. You are in England now. You are safe.”
“But what will I do?”
“You will stay at the Pellbrooke estate. There are other boys from Germany there.”
“But what will I do?”
“You will go to school.”
“No, I mean what will I do? I have no family left.”
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