Chapter ElevenEmily’s thighs burned as she pedaled the rickety bicycle up and down the hills of the French countryside. Behind her, Gerard’s breathing was labored. He hadn’t complained, but his head had to be throbbing after the blow from the German. Hours had passed since they fled the small house with their few belongings and the radio.
Shadows lengthened in the setting sun. Darkness would soon cover them.
Perspiration sealed her blouse to her skin, yet the breeze chilled her, and she shivered. How could she be cold and overheated at the same time? Her slick palms sought purchase on the handlebars as she ascended another incline. If she wasn’t running for her life, she might actually enjoy the pristine views of vineyards and villas.
The pedals lost traction, and she looked down. The c
