The Midwife of Auschwitz (Women of War #1)

by Anna Stuart

‘Think of it like this, Nurse – if you look after yourself, you can better look after them.’

Remember – our only weapon is to stay alive and to stay alive we must love and we must give and, I’m afraid, we must hurt.’

Why, Ana had wondered so many times over this last, vile year, was there no word for a mother who had lost her child? If you lost your husband, you were a widow, if you lost your wife you were a widower, but a parent who lost a child…?

But love cannot be ravaged by guns and tanks and evil ideologies. Love cannot be cut off by distance or absence, by hunger or cold, by beatings or degradations. And love can reach out across blood, whatever the Nazis believed, and make connections that are worth a million sick ideologies.