10 October, 1939 - Poland
As sunlight filtered through the trees, the ragged group shrank into the shadows of the forest. “Split up,” Jacob whispered, motioning Irma and the children away.
Sofia followed them, holding Nicky by the hand. “Run as fast as you can,” she told the little boy, her heart throbbing in terror.
Eyes wide, Nicky seemed to grasp the magnitude of the situation as they scrambled through the thicket, their clothes and hair snagging on overgrown bushes. Sofia craned her neck to glimpse a patch of sky, wishing they could soar with the ease of the birds above them. How far could their feet carry them?
The petrol in the car had only taken them this far. For weeks they had been camping in the forest with other families who had also fled from the advancing troops, moving as
