Cate’s heart sank. Agreeing was one thing, but where would they go? They hadn’t passed anywhere safe for hours, although it had been dark and they hadn’t exactly been able to scan their surroundings, and with the exception of climbing a tree, she was out of ideas. Even if Jack managed to climb high enough with her, come daylight they’d easily be seen if anyone looked up, like ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. She shuddered at the thought. Where was another barn when they needed one?

“Where will we hide this time?” she asked, trying to disguise the shake in her voice.

Jack reached for her hand, his palm warm to hers as they shivered beneath the blanket together, still draped across their shoulders. “We keep moving until we find somewhere,” he said. “Trust me.”

She did trust him, but it wasn’t helping her deep-seated fear. They started to walk again, and Cate found that her eyes were able to adjust more readily as the sky began to turn pink and give them the smallest amount of light to move by. But as welcome as that was, it also signaled how little time they had left to hide.

She looked around at the trees and bushes, seeing nothing that looked suitable, but then she heard a sound that put the fear of God himself inside her. Jack’s hand shot out to stop her from moving.

“Get down,” he ordered, and they both dropped low, crawling on their hands and knees. As she looked down, she caught sight of the criss-crosses of blood welded across her skin, and for a fleeting moment she wondered if there were tiny bits of glass stuck there from when they’d jumped out the window. She was so tired, and suddenly she became fixated on the glass she couldn’t see, wanting to pick at her skin to remove it, to give her something else to focus on other than staying alive and surviving the gut-deep pain of starvation.

The familiar sound of gunfire made her ears prick, pulling her from her sleep-deprived thoughts, but it was the sound of a vehicle that jarred her the most.

“Could it be friendly?” she whispered to Jack, worried that she could see him too clearly now. It was far too light for them to be out in the open; they needed to be well-hidden already.

“It could be a dispatch driver, but more likely it’s the Nazis,” he said.