Jürgen and I talked until after midnight that night, trying to consider every possibility. Which border might we run for? How would we make sure we didn’t arouse suspicion, especially with Dietger keeping such a close watch on us? What would Adele do? She would encourage us to flee without her—but we were anxious about leaving her behind. Would there be consequences for her?

There were too many questions we couldn’t answer, and with Jürgen’s eyes red from fatigue, we decided we’d sleep on it. I tossed and turned, asking myself a million variations of are we really going to do this? The last time I looked at the alarm clock, it was 2:33 a.m.

I was roused from sleep less than half an hour later by a thumping from the front door, the sound loud enough that the windows in our room rattled. Bleary-eyed and bewildered, I rolled toward Jürgen and shook him.

“What’s going on?”

He groaned as he pushed himself upright, then slipped his glasses on, looked at the alarm clock, and turned back to me.

“A knock at the door at this hour can only mean one thing, my love.”

We stared at one another in the dim light. My heart was pounding against my chest, static ringing in my ears.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” he whispered. “I’m assuming you haven’t either.”

“Mayim,” I choked out, closing my eyes.

“We need to answer the door before the children wake up.”

I pulled on my housecoat and followed Jürgen down the stairs, my heart racing so fast I felt light-headed. When we reached the ground floor, he reached for the handle and I caught his elbow.

“We can’t just let them take her!” I cried, belatedly panicking as I imagined Mayim being dragged out into the night. Jürgen hesitated, glancing between me and the door. The thumping returned.

“Open up!” someone shouted.

“I’m sorry, Sofie,” Jürgen whispered, voice breaking. “We can’t not answer.”

Above us, a floorboard creaked. I looked up to find Mayim on the landing above us.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“Go into the closet in Laura’s room!” I whispered fiercely. We could tell them Mayim wasn’t home…tell them only our little girl was in that room… Maybe they’d believe us? Surely it was worth a shot. We had to do something. “Hide! Please!”

Mayim gasped, and a sudden terror crossed her face, but she didn’t move.

“If I hide in there, Laura may wake up and see them take me!” she whispered back. She pursed her lips, then closed her eyes and whispered weakly, “I can’t let that happen.”

“Sofie…” Jürgen said. I looked at him, and his gaze was calm. “I’m sorry, my love. We can’t hide her. We just can’t.”