When Twilight Breaks by Sarah Sundin

Author:Sarah Sundin [Sundin, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Historical Romance;Historical Fiction;FIC042030;FIC042040;FIC027200
ISBN: 9781493428649
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2020-12-18T00:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-FIVE

MUNICH

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1938

Evelyn had never prayed so much in her life. Her heels clunked on the tile in the atrium at the University of Munich—hard, fast, desperate.

Libby said prayer made you stronger. But Evelyn’s muscles quivered, she scrutinized every person, and she had to restrain herself from running to Peter’s office.

Why had her thoughts flown to him first? If the consulate general couldn’t help her, what good could Peter do?

However, she couldn’t discuss this with her German friends. Libby was gone. O’Hara was gone. That left Peter.

She turned down the hallway and passed groups of students, laughing and chatting as if everything were right in the world.

Evelyn entered Peter’s office. There he sat in a white shirt and a navy blue suit vest, his blond head bent over papers. Half the tension left her body.

He looked up, and his eyes widened with surprise, then concern. He pushed back his chair. “Ev—”

“Shh!” She jammed her finger to her lips, shut the door, and dashed behind his desk. She yanked off her overcoat, wrapped it around the telephone, and put the phone on the floor as far from the door as the cord allowed.

She returned to the door and peeked into the hallway. Empty. Good. No one had followed her, and she closed the door again.

Peter joined her, his forehead creased. “What’s going on?” he whispered. “You think my phone—”

“I’m not taking any chances,” she whispered back.

“What’s going on?”

Evelyn fumbled open her purse and pulled out the passport.

Peter took it. “A German passport?”

“Open it.”

While he did so, she pressed her trembling hand to her tumbling stomach. No, the passport hadn’t changed.

Name: Brand, Evelyn Sara. At the top, a large red J had been stamped.

Peter looked up, his face stark and pale. “What is this?”

“Turn the page.”

He flipped to the page with her photo on one side and personal information on the other—“Profession: Correspondent. Place of Birth: Dresden. Date of Birth: 15 January 1912.”

“What is this?” he said.

“I found it in my purse today. My American passport—it’s gone.”

“Gone?”

She nodded to the document. “That’s the photo from my passport. All the information is correct, except my middle name and birthplace. But my Grandpa Brand was born in Dresden.”

Peter stepped closer, mouth agape. “It’s one of the new Jewish passports.”

“They—someone found out I’m three-quarters Jewish, and—and—” She leaned against the wall.

Peter fetched a chair. “You look like you’re going to faint.”

“I’ve never fainted in my life.” But her vision darkened and sparkled, so she sat and slumped forward over her knees.

Peter knelt in front of her and rubbed her upper arms. “Deep breaths, Evie. Deep breaths.”

She did so, in no mood to correct him. She’d never been an Evie. But at that moment, she wasn’t even Evelyn Margaret Brand, citizen of the United States of America.

“Do you have any idea how this happened?” Peter’s voice and touch worked calm into her.

“Helga. My cleaning lady. I’ve caught her snooping, but my landlord refuses to fire her. She must have read my mother’s letter telling me I’m three-quarters Jewish.

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