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Contents (61)
  1. Donna Douglas
  2. About the Author
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  46. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  53. CHAPTER FIFTY
  54. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  55. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  56. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. THIS IS JUST THE BEGINNING

And all the time, Anna’s gaze kept straying to the clock on the wall, its ponderous ticking measuring away the precious time she had left with her father.

Finally, Friedrich said, ‘I’m sorry, my girls, but we must talk about the practicalities of what is to come.’

He sat very still, his thin hands resting on his knees. The skin on the back of them was wrinkled and spotted with age. He was barely fifty but his shoulders were stooped like an old man’s, Anna noticed.

‘Now,’ he said. ‘I want you to know that you will be well looked after, even though I cannot be here myself to take care of you. I have written to a solicitor and made arrangements for you both.’

‘Papa, please. Don’t,’ Anna begged, but her father held up his hand.

‘No, Liebling, this is something I must say. I need you both to listen.’ He looked from one to the other. ‘Liesel, I have arranged for you to have some money. It is not a fortune – as you know, I am not a rich man – but it will be enough to make sure you are reasonably comfortable until you get married.’

For once Liesel didn’t seem to be able to speak. She could only nod, her head bowed.

Friedrich turned to Anna. ‘And you, my dear,’ he reached for her hands, ‘I am giving you my bakery.’

‘Papa!’

‘I would have divided everything between you both equally, but I know Anna has always been more interested in the business than you are, Liesel.’ He looked anxiously at them both. ‘What do you say? Do you agree it is fair for your sister to take over the bakery?’

Anna held her breath as she waited for her sister to speak.

‘Yes, Papa,’ Liesel replied.

‘But I don’t want you to think you have to keep the business going,’ he said to Anna. ‘You may sell it if you wish, use the money to make a life for yourself. But as you know, I have always said I would pass it on to you and Edward, so – I wish to keep my promise.’

‘Thank you, Papa.’

The words didn’t seem enough to express the emotions welling up inside her. This was all so enormous, she could barely take it in.

She was still in a daze when they came to say goodbye. After warning Liesel not to make a fuss, when Anna fell into her father’s arms for a final hug she could not stop the tears flooding out of her.

‘There, my Liebling. Don’t cry. This is the start of a new adventure for us all.’ Friedrich held her face between his hands and stroked away her tears with his thumbs. He stared at her, his dark eyes holding hers, as if trying to imprint the memory of her in his mind forever. ‘Take care of yourself, and your little sister for me,’ he whispered. ‘I’m sorry I can’t be there to dry your tears forever, my precious girl …’