The Light in Hidden Places

by Sharon Cameron

Fear comes with the dark when you’re lying still, waiting for the knock on the door. And fear is not always reasonable.

It had taught me that people like to divvy up one another with names. Jew. Catholic. German. Pole. But these were the wrong names. They were the wrong dividing lines. Kindness. Cruelty. Love and hate. These were the borders that mattered.

When whole countries want you dead, when thousands cheer for speeches about your destruction, when the dogs of the guards are treated better than you are, then it’s not a question, Stefania. You know you are nothing.”

And until that happens, I will fight for the ones I can, even if you won’t, and I won’t make excuses about it, either.”