Cate shook her head. “I presumed she was still in bed. I’ve been up for an hour or so.”

Panic rose within Elise as she ran back up the stairs. “Addy!” she called, louder now, not caring who woke. Where was her sister?

Elise ran from room to room, pushing doors open, and then hurried up to the attic, startling Jack who was sitting on the edge of his bed.

“Has my sister been up here this morning?” she asked.

Jack frowned. “I haven’t seen her since yesterday.”

Elise looked out of the window, scanning for her, but not catching so much as a glimpse of her sister’s blonde head.

She walked slowly back down from the attic and found Harry standing in the door to her bedroom, his shirt buttons undone and his hair all mussed.

“What’s happened?” he asked.

“Adelaide isn’t here. She’s gone,” she said, hardly able to believe what she was saying. “When did you last see her? Was she even here when we got home last night?” Was there a chance that she’d been gone all this time? That while she was wrapped in Harry’s arms, she’d been completely oblivious to the fact that her sister was missing?

“She was here, Elise. I promise you, she was here.”

Cate was behind her then, her hand warm on her shoulder. “Don’t be too hard on her, Elise. If she went willingly to him . . .”

Elise groaned and stepped into Harry’s arms, not caring that Cate was watching or that Jack had come down the stairs from the attic.

Harry held her as she cried. Her first thought was that something terrible had happened to Adelaide, but Cate’s words had held the truth. Her sister had gone to her Nazi boyfriend, and instead of climbing into bed with Addy and being with her, she’d chosen to be with Harry instead.

She only hoped it wasn’t a decision that she’d live to regret. Because if Adelaide didn’t come home . . . Elise pressed herself even closer to Harry’s chest.

“What if she’s told him about us?” Jack asked.

Elise forced herself to turn in Harry’s arms, and saw the worry etched on Jack’s and Cate’s faces. “Even if she’s in love with him, I know my sister, and she would never, ever give any of you up.” She trembled, fear thrumming through every fiber in her body. She only hoped she was right.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN ADELAIDE

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ADELAIDE

Adelaide found Elise, Cate, Harry, and Jack sitting upstairs in the attic, eating dinner. They’d spread out a picnic blanket, one that brought back vivid memories of lunches with her siblings when they were children, outside on the grass. But this wasn’t a fun picnic like the ones she remembered, but a necessity to ensure their houseguests remained undiscovered.