Chapters (74)
- Cover
- Praise for Lynn Austin
- Also by Lynn Austin
- Epigraph
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- CHAPTER 2
- CHAPTER 3
- CHAPTER 4
- CHAPTER 5
- CHAPTER 6
- CHAPTER 7
- CHAPTER 8
- CHAPTER 9
- CHAPTER 10
- CHAPTER 11
- CHAPTER 12
- CHAPTER 13
- CHAPTER 14
- CHAPTER 15
- CHAPTER 16
- CHAPTER 17
- CHAPTER 18
- CHAPTER 19
- CHAPTER 20
- CHAPTER 21
- CHAPTER 22
- CHAPTER 23
- CHAPTER 24
- CHAPTER 25
- CHAPTER 26
- CHAPTER 27
- CHAPTER 28
- CHAPTER 29
- CHAPTER 30
- CHAPTER 31
- CHAPTER 32
- CHAPTER 33
- CHAPTER 34
- CHAPTER 35
- CHAPTER 36
- CHAPTER 37
- CHAPTER 38
- CHAPTER 39
- CHAPTER 40
- CHAPTER 41
- CHAPTER 42
- CHAPTER 43
- CHAPTER 44
- CHAPTER 45
- CHAPTER 46
- CHAPTER 47
- CHAPTER 48
- CHAPTER 49
- CHAPTER 50
- CHAPTER 51
- CHAPTER 52
- CHAPTER 53
- CHAPTER 54
- CHAPTER 55
- CHAPTER 56
- CHAPTER 57
- CHAPTER 58
- CHAPTER 59
- CHAPTER 60
- CHAPTER 61
- CHAPTER 62
- CHAPTER 63
- EPILOGUE
- CHAPTER 1
- A Note from the Author
- Acknowledgments
- Discussion Questions
- About the Author
“We may not be able to plant this spring, either,” Lena said, “with all of the men away.” They sent the children outside to play afterwards, cautioning them to stay close to the house, then Lena turned on the radio. There was news of the battles that were still raging and of the Dutch fortifications that had been forced to surrender. When she heard that Den Haag was now under attack, Lena drew a shuddering breath. “I think my husband is in Den Haag,” she said.
Tina reached for her hand. “My husband is on the eastern front.”
Lena heard the rumble of approaching planes, flying low. She sprang from her seat to call the children inside, but then she heard Wim’s voice and the sound of laughter outside as the planes flew on. “You’re trying so hard to hang on to control,” Pieter had told her, “but you never were in control to begin with. It’s an illusion. The sooner you realize that, the sooner you’ll put everything into God’s hands and find some peace.”
Lena exhaled and sat down again.
CHAPTER 17
Ans parted the curtain to stare out the front window, wondering how the May afternoon could be so beautiful with flowers blooming and new green leaves on the trees, when war was raging all across her country. She would soon turn twenty, and this should be the springtime of her life, but her youth had been suddenly snatched away. The safe, carefree world she’d grown up in was gone, and she wondered if she’d ever feel safe and carefree again.
She let the curtain drop and turned to Eloise, perched on the sofa in the same place she’d been for days. As uncertain and traumatic as these past days had been for Ans, she couldn’t imagine living through them for a second time as Eloise was doing. No wonder she was so fragile. A dish that had been shattered was never as strong, even when the pieces were patiently glued back together. Ans was weary of being the glue.
“Can we turn off the radio for a little while?” she pleaded. “They’re saying the same things over and over.”
Eloise shook her head. “We have to know what’s happening. It’s important!”