Elise set down her rifle and slowly sank into the sofa, head in her hands. “Tell me where he is so I can go get him,” she said with a sigh. “Honestly, Adelaide, could you not make things easy for me, just this once?”

“You can’t go and get him.” Adelaide wiped at her cheeks, summoning her courage. “I fell asleep,” she confessed. “I was sitting with him and watching him for so long, and the next thing I knew I woke up and he was gone.”

“And then what happened?” Harry asked, his voice strained, pained, from across the room.

“I saw the front door was open, and I ran outside looking for him,” Addy said. “He’d dragged himself all the way down the steps, and I followed the marks in the grass. I could see where he’d been. And then I found him crying, all alone, just lying there.”

Harry seemed shocked at this, but her sister looked more disbelieving than anything.

“What happened then, Addy?” Elise asked.

She swallowed. “At the time it seemed like the right thing to do. He was so adamant that I help him, so I found a wheelbarrow and . . .”

“Oh Addy, what have you done?” Elise groaned.

“He begged me to take him, and I did,” she admitted. “He knew what he wanted, Elise, and I wanted to keep him safe, I did, but all he wanted was to surrender so he could go home.”

“Go home?” Harry thundered. “If by go home you mean receive a bullet through his head? You sent a lamb to slaughter, Adelaide. That’s what you’ve done.”

Elise didn’t even seem to hear Harry, because her eyes never left Adelaide’s. “You pushed a wheelbarrow containing a British soldier into a German camp?”

Adelaide looked at Harry and then back to her sister as the reality of what she’d done came crashing down around her. “It seemed like a good idea at the time,” she whispered.

“A good idea?” Elise choked. “A good idea to hand a man over to the Nazis, not to mention put yourself in that kind of danger?”

“Elise, I’m sorry—”

“Are you a child in a woman’s body?” Harry interrupted. “Of all the ridiculous, reckless, stupid goddamn things—”

“Enough!” Elise shouted. “You don’t talk to my sister like that.”

“Are you saying she’s not a child?” Harry asked, shaking his head. “Because what she’s done . . .”

“I’m sorry,” Addy cried. “I’m so sorry but he begged me and I just couldn’t keep saying no.”

“I thought I could trust you,” Elise said, shaking her head. “Adelaide, this has compromised us.”

Addy shook her head, defiant, not ready to accept her sister’s scolding. “It seemed like the right thing to do at the time. If you’d seen him, if you’d listened to him, truly listened to him—”