4 September, 1939 - Southampton, England
At the processing area, Danielle went through a debriefing, gave their address in Poland, her parents’ address in France, and tried to assure officials that Max was not working against British interests.
Minutes later, Danielle felt a hand on her shoulder. She whirled around, and at the sight of Max, a rush of pent-up anxiety surged through her. “Oh, darling, I’ve been so worried about you,” she said, choking out her words.
“Thank God you’re here,” he said, swaying her in his arms and peppering her with kisses. He drew his brows together. “And the baby?”
“Fine, I think.” She caressed her slight belly. “I should see a doctor to make sure.”
“Right away, dear.” Max turned to Jon, who stood next to Danielle. “If it weren’t for you and your father s
