Chapter 10
The rose: though its petals are easily bruised, it blooms with exuberance. What power the rose possesses; the merest hint of a blossom conjures the deepest memory. At dawn, roses must be picked quickly, for they lose half their essence—the perfumer’s treasure—by the high sun of noon. –DB
28 April, 1940 - Paris, France
From her vantage point on the bridge over the Seine, Danielle gazed out wistfully across the city she loved, the Eiffel Tower looming in the distance. She tucked a light blanket around Jasmin, making sure that she was warm in her pram. She started for the Tuileries, where she and Jean-Claude had played as children.
As she walked, sadness settled over her like a damp cloak. She and Max had also spent part of their honeymoon in Paris, and every landmark held a me
