Chapters (73)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Anita Frank
- Note to Readers
- Dedication
- Part One
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Part Two
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Chapter Sixty
- Acknowledgements
- Extract
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- About the Publisher
A sly smile plays across Lady Helen’s perfect features. ‘As I say, Gordon is prepared to go to any length to get his son. You are a single mother …’ she waves her hand over the field, ‘working every hour God sends, no doubt. How much attention can you really spare a young boy? So, I ask you this, Mrs Ellison – as a mother, wouldn’t you rather do what is best for Tom, rather than what is best for you? What if those German Jews had held onto their children, rather than sending them abroad, where would they be now? Dead in those awful camps, no doubt. But instead, those children, the children of those brave mothers, have life and a future, and opportunity to make something of themselves. Wouldn’t you want Tom to have the best in life?’
She makes her way back to the car and opens the driver’s door. Gwen bites her lip, refusing to watch.
‘Give him up, Mrs Ellison. I assure you he will be treasured, and we will go to every length to ensure that the situation is managed in such a way that no one need ever know the truth. You have my word on that. You will be free to start a new life, financially secure. And it can be a happy one if you choose to make it so.’ She rests her arm on the top of the doorframe to make her final appeal, her voice softening with persuasion. ‘Give your son the chance of a wonderful life – a life without financial concern and blessed with possibilities. It is the life every good parent dreams of for their child, and so few have the resources to make it happen … but we do, Gordon and I. Do what is best for your son, Gwen.’
Scooping her skirt under her, she drops into the leather driving seat and pulls the door to. Gwen shudders as the engine starts. She looks away as the car pulls out into the lane.
From up the field, Tom’s joyous whoops carry like bird calls on the wind, accompanied by Kip’s frantic barking as the two of them chase across the furrows. Gwen’s eyes fill with tears.
She will not let him go. The life he has with her is good enough. She refuses to entertain Helen Allingham’s arguments. She will not succumb to her manipulation. No matter what type of mother it might make her, she will fight for her son.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Jack
September 1939