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“I’m worried, of course, but I’m also proud. Hans and Georg are warriors today! It’s not for us to decide if they go. They have orders. They simply must obey them,” she said. Then she dropped her voice and scolded me. “Sofie, you should have learned your lesson last time. We are to be loyal to the Reich, above all else.”

I hung up then without a farewell. My ears were ringing—with shock, with terror, with disbelief. I turned back to Georg.

“You can’t go,” I blurted. “You need to stay with me.”

“I can’t refuse orders, Mama. That’s treason!”

“But youcanignore them, Georg, and you must. We’re losing the war,” I said, and I reached for him just as he reached down to scoop up his bag. He shook me off, his expression hardening.

“Losing the war? Don’t tell me the enemy has fooled you with their propaganda! The Führer says we just need to stay the course. Fight house-to-house, he said. That’s how we will be victorious—”

“You have to think for yourself now,” I interrupted him urgently. “It’s only a matter of time before the rest of Germany falls, and when that happens we will be liberated. It is almost over.”

Georg stilled. His gaze sharpened on my face.

“I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

His lip curled in disgust, and he shook his head.

“You’re disloyal to the Reich and they arrested you because someone found out. You and Papa are probably only alive because his rockets are turning the tide of the war.”

A torrent of words waited, boiling in my gut. The time was coming when I would be able to say them.

You were a puppet in the hands of evil men from your childhood, but there is a good person inside of you, and I’m going to help him grow strong again.

But Georg had just inadvertently reminded me why I couldn’t yet say those words. If I were honest with him now, he would walk straight to that car or across the road to Dietger to share the news of my disloyalty. I couldn’t even blame him. He had been raisedwith the doctrine of country before family. As far as I could tell, the Allies were still weeks away from Berlin. Would the Gestapo arrest me again? Take me back to the prison?

If they did, my girls would be all alone in Berlin as the city fell. I couldn’t risk it. I had to hold my tongue.

All I could do was let Georg go and pray to God that I would get the opportunity to say what needed to be said later, when all of it was over.

“I’m not disloyal,” I said, my tone hollow. “I’m worried for you. You’re a man now, but you’re still my baby.”

At these words or maybe my broken tone, Georg paused.Then he stepped toward me and embraced me.

“Mama,” he scolded softly. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. It’s an honor to serve the Führer. Trust in him and know that I’ll be safe and back home before you know it.”

I threw my arms around his waist and squeezed him tightly.

There were thunderous footsteps on the stairs above us, and Laura and Gisela were there, both beaming with pride through their tears. Georg hugged them both quickly, told them to be brave and to be strong, and then a horn sounded outside. The girls ran to my side, both crying in earnest. I threw an arm around each of them as Georg crossed the foyer quickly to throw open the front door.

“Wait,” I blurted. “Wait...”

But I trailed off because there was nothing more to say, and it was obvious that Georg knew it too. He turned back to face us and he raised his right arm defiantly, in a salute to a man who deserved no such honor, a man who had already lost, even if he and my son were yet to recognize it.

“Sieg heil!”Georg said.Hail victory.

Still crying, my daughters raised their hands to return the gesture. I raised mine too, just as I knew I had to, but it trembled violently above my head.

Georg’s tone spoke of his defiance as he gave that salute, but I did not miss the flash of fear in his eyes.

I had no idea what was happening at Kassel over the weeks that followed. I asked everyone I saw if they had any news—occasionally going out just so I couldask the grocer or people on the street. Although she’d never admit it, Lydia was fretting as much as I was, for both Karl andHans now. To my frustration, she kept arriving unannounced at my house seeking news.

“I’m sure they’ll all be fine,” she told me, but her voice was strained and she was picking at the skin of her fingernails. “Karl and Jürgen are prized assets in the Reich—they’ll be protected no matter what happens. And our boys are soldiers. I mean, they’ve trained for years for this in theJungvolkand theHitlerjugend.” She paused suddenly, then looked tearfully into my eyes. “But you will tell me if you hear anything, won’t you, Sofie? Anything at all?”

I had plenty else to worry about on the home front, because Berlin was rapidly descending into chaos. The Allies were bombing day and night, and Laura, Gisela, and I were on edge all the time—ready to run down to the basement at the shrill burst of the air raid sirens. The city was soon cut off, and there was madness in the air that reminded me ofKristallnacht. Homes and stores were ransacked, people were mugged in broad daylight for the simplest of things.