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Chapters (102)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Contents
  5. 1942
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. 1928
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. 1943
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Chapter 34
  42. Chapter 35
  43. Chapter 36
  44. Chapter 37
  45. Chapter 38
  46. Chapter 39
  47. Chapter 40
  48. Chapter 41
  49. Chapter 42
  50. Chapter 43
  51. Chapter 44
  52. Chapter 45
  53. Chapter 46
  54. Chapter 47
  55. Chapter 48
  56. Chapter 49
  57. Chapter 50
  58. Chapter 51
  59. Chapter 52
  60. Chapter 53
  61. Chapter 54
  62. Chapter 55
  63. Chapter 56
  64. Chapter 57
  65. Chapter 58
  66. Chapter 59
  67. Chapter 60
  68. Chapter 61
  69. Chapter 62
  70. Chapter 63
  71. Chapter 64
  72. Chapter 65
  73. Chapter 66
  74. Chapter 67
  75. Chapter 68
  76. Chapter 69
  77. Chapter 70
  78. Chapter 71
  79. Chapter 72
  80. Chapter 73
  81. Chapter 74
  82. Chapter 75
  83. Chapter 76
  84. Chapter 77
  85. Chapter 78
  86. Chapter 79
  87. Chapter 80
  88. Chapter 81
  89. Chapter 82
  90. Chapter 83
  91. Chapter 84
  92. Chapter 85
  93. Chapter 86
  94. Epilogue
  95. Author’s Note
  96. Recipes from Fenna
  97. Reading Group Guide
  98. Images from Fenna’s Journey
  99. Further Reading
  100. Acknowledgments
  101. About the Author
  102. 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.