“It is when I’m not sure they’d let me back in.” “Why wouldn’t they?” Her spirit of adventure flagged as her stomach sank. “The whole treason thing.” He motioned to the RAF patch on his shoulder. “And yes, being sent home would be a punishment. I’m here because I want to be, not because I have to be. Question is, are you?” His voice softened. “I am exactly where I want to be.” She’d forgotten that the Yanks who flew with them risked their own citizenship.
