Chapter ThirteenGerard dried the few dishes used during their meager dinner of fried eggs and potatoes. Emily cooked, so he offered to clean up. Night was falling outside, and his reflection stared back at him. Dark circles hung beneath his eyes. He hadn’t slept well since they relocated three days ago to the outskirts of Paris. The small village was littered with German soldiers and gestapo.
He rotated his neck to ease the stiffness. The need to be closer to the action was crucial, but the possibility of being discovered drained him. A simple mistake could bring them to the attention of the authorities. Emily’s transmissions might be detected. His stomach clenched, and his meal threatened to reappear.
His ears strained to pick up unusual sounds outside the house.
Nothing.
Did he expec
