My blood ran cold. Ana Lucia had Sadie’s necklace with the Hebrew letters. How had she discovered it? By snooping through my room. That did not surprise me. But I wondered what had made her go looking.

“You went through my things? How dare you?” I said, outraged.

Ana Lucia had the upper hand here, though, and she knew it—she stepped forward, undeterred. “The Jews, where are they?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I would never give up Sadie to Ana Lucia.

A light dawned suddenly in her eyes. “There are Jews, aren’t there?” Although I had admitted nothing, her suspicions seemed somehow confirmed. “And you are helping them. That’s why you were asking so many questions about them at my lunch a few months ago. Friedrich will be so pleased to have this information.”

“You wouldn’t dare!” I could see her mind working as she planned to tell her Nazi boyfriend, calculated exactly how much favor it would buy her with him.

“What a lot your father left me with! You, a Jew lover and a nosy little do-gooder. That brother of yours, the ciota.” She used an awful term for men who liked other men.

“You leave Maciej out of this!”

“You think they are treating the gays so much better in Paris?” she asked, then smiled cruelly. My heart ached to think of my brother, who was so far away. “You’re both a disgrace.”

“Better than you, collaborating with that Nazi scum.” I lifted my chin defiantly.

She stepped forward and raised her hand, as if to strike me. Then she lowered it again just as quickly. “You have an hour,” she announced calmly.

“To do what?” I asked, confused.

“To leave. Pack your things and go.”

I looked at her, stunned. I had been born in this house, spent my whole life here. “You can’t do that. This is my home. It belongs to my family.”

“Belonged.” I looked at her blankly, not understanding. “Your father’s estate papers came last week. I was going to tell you, but you are never here because you are running around with those sewer rat Jews.” The papers were official notice of Tata’s death, stating that his will could now be probated. “Now that he is gone, the will states that the house and everything in it goes to me.”

“That can’t be true.” I could not believe Tata had been that heartless. Had he really been so blind to Ana Lucia’s evil that he had left her everything? Perhaps it was a trick, some legal maneuver on her part. I had no way of knowing. “But where am I to go?” I panicked. For a moment, I considered pleading with Ana Lucia. If I stopped helping Sadie, or promised to anyway, she might let me stay.

“That is hardly my problem. But I would advise you not to go to your Jews. They won’t be there long either.”

My blood froze. The intent of her words was unmistakable: she was going to tell the Germans about Sadie.