Bertie had heard that Oberer Kuhberg was an imprisonment camp, not even a labor one. Perhaps they were being lured to their deaths. Would they do what the Nazis did, make them first dig their own graves? Sofie slipped her arm through Bertie’s and squeezed it harder than usual. He patted her hand. Would they separate the two of them before they were shot? Or would they make one watch the other? He suddenly had so much left he wanted to say to her and wondered why he had never taken the time to do so. They had talked so much over the years, and it no longer felt like it had been enough.
