Chapter FifteenThe soles of Emily’s feet burned, and her calves ached with each step. She shielded her eyes against the setting sun and trudged behind Tania, if that was her name, the woman leading them to freedom. It had been two days since leaving the cottage, and Tania was their fourth guide. They’d journeyed by foot or ridden in rattletrap trucks. Emily shifted the satchel from one shoulder to the other then stuffed her hands in her pockets. Gerard walked behind her, his stride steady and strong.
Tania was dressed as a nurse and carried papers signed by Stulpnagel himself, the German commander in Paris, giving them safe passage for humanitarian missions. The Resistance was bold if not creative.
Rustling sounded in the bushes, and Emily grabbed her chest. A squirrel raced across the r
