Chapter SixteenGerard shoved aside the blackout curtains inside the closet-sized room. Murky sunlight seeped through the grimy windowpanes. His eyes burned, but between the adrenaline rush from the near miss with the Germans and the additional kilometers of slogging through the woods, sleep had eluded him. He rotated his shoulders, but the muscles remained knotted.
Was Emily awake yet? Had she managed to get any shut-eye? By the time they stumbled through the door to the safe house, her face was ashen with fatigue, her eyes red rimmed and bloodshot. She swayed on her feet as he led her to an identical miniscule room next to his. A ragdoll had more substance. He’d removed her shoes and covered her with a threadbare blanket, but her eyes remained open, watching his every move as if she coul
