Chapters (102)
- Front Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Contents
- 1942
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- 1928
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- 1943
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Epilogue
- Author’s Note
- Recipes from Fenna
- Reading Group Guide
- Images from Fenna’s Journey
- Further Reading
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Back Cover
This in reality, he’s sworn to me, is exactly what he’s doing. Under Ziegler’s authority, he’s been allowed access to a janitor’s uniform and Nel’s room, where she’s been buying time by feigning incoherence. And though the plausibility of her condition lessens with each day of her healing, Arie has been seeking a discreet exit point while scouting the nighttime staff and schedule.
Would any of the nurses be willing to help? I ventured, recalling his luck with the housekeeper.
Nel’s nurse on the night shift is plenty friendly, he said, but she’s dating a Nazi officer. And I haven’t sensed I can trust any others.
It’s understandable why he’d rule them out. Still, even with the hospital apparently within a mile of Ziegler’s home, I noted a glaring problem.
But while you’re racing to get Evelien, the nurse could quickly figure out Nel’s gone. With an alert sounded, it’ll be harder for you all to get away.
Well, yeah, he said. The question is how the heck to delay that discovery.
Or, I proposed, you could get Evelien out first.
In fact, I was surprised this wasn’t his plan until he explained.
I can’t just leave her outside the hospital, Fen. And besides, the Zieglers’ party is at seven thirty. If they run behind in leaving, even if I still manage to get Nel, Dutch police will be patrolling the streets for curfew. We’ll all be good as caught.
Have you considered waiting until late at night, when the Zieglers are asleep and there aren’t many patrollers out? I almost didn’t ask that one, as it seemed too obvious.
Yeah, and that’s a no go. Housekeeper says Ziegler sleeps in fits and starts, so he’s often up working. And with the curtains, I wouldn’t know where he is until I’m in.
That’s when I remembered the white pills I was never issued, knockout drops that could put Ziegler into a heavy slumber.
Taken when I was arrested, Arie replied when I asked about his own supply. Even so, it would’ve meant having to knock his wife out too, and no way the housekeeper would’ve agreed to try. Blaming an armed invader for taking Evelien gets her off the hook. Drugging the couple herself is a guaranteed death sentence.
Of course, I told him.
At that point, I realized just how many options he’d already explored, and the best way I could help was to improve his current plan—a possibility of which now dawns on me.