The Hiding Place

by Corrie ten Boom

“All the watches in your closet are safe.”

I saw a gray uniform and a visored hat; Betsie saw a wounded human being. And I wondered, not for the first time, what sort of a person she was, this sister of mine . . . what kind of road she followed while I trudged beside her on the all-too-solid earth.

There Corrie learned that her own release had been part of a clerical error; one week later all women her age were taken to the gas chamber.