Chapter Thirteen“Don’t stand near the window. Do you want to be killed?” Rolande yanked on Henri’s sweater.
He brushed away her arm. His eyes narrowed. “I can’t believe I let myself be talked into hiding out in a house—your house—during the uprising. Your notion that some American soldier is going to keep us from harm is foolish, and now we’re trapped in here waiting to be executed. We should have left the city when we had the chance. It may not be too late.”
“Go ahead and leave, Henri, but once the door closes behind you, we cannot let you back in. The instructions were quite clear.”
Louise rose and stepped to her husband. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and leaned her head on his back. “Please, Henri, do as Rolande says. We must trust her.” Her muffled voice quavered. “She
