The queue is long, but that barely matters.
Sustaining her through every moment of waiting, there h.
For the midnight knock at the door, for her number to be called, for the next meal of watery soup, the sound of a gunshot...
She is used to waiting.
An ab The queue is long, but that barely matters.
I was touched by how honest and enlightening it was.
You have to read this book.\' Goodreads reviewer, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ \'I was totally hooked on this...
An exceptional story...
A fabulous read.\' Goodreads reviewer, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ \'I wish I could give this a 10 star rating...
Readers love Liz Trenow: \'Had me gripped from the first paragraph...
Perfect for fans of The Nightingale, Beneath a Scarlet Sky and The Tattooist of Auschwitz.
Will Jack now risk everything help Miriam make the biggest journey of all, back to her daughter and her freedom? An utterly gripping and emotional novel about bravery, enduring love and keeping hope alive in the darkest of times.
As he listens to her story, he is transported back to an unforgettable English summer, to secret picnics in the long grass, and to a love that shaped the man he became.
But as Miriam begins to describe Rosa, there is a look of recognition in Jack\'s eyes.
Now, Miriam needs the officer\'s help: if she is to be reunited with her beloved daughter, he will need to help her travel to England.
It was not a marriage of love but of survival.
When Miriam is introduced to an English officer named Jack, she describes how, fearing the Nazis, she and her husband sent Rosa to England to marry.
Standing tall, she comes face to face with the guard and refuses to leave until they help her.
Don\'t let anyone bully you, Mum.
But in her mind Miriam can hear her daughter\'s voice: Be strong, stand up to them.
As she arrives at the checkpoint, she is told it is closed for the day.
Having lost her darling husband and son, the only thing that has kept her walking was the promise of finding her daughter, Rosa.
One of the few to survive the camps.
Exhausted and hungry, she knows she is still one of the fortunate ones.
Germany 1945: Miriam has travelled for over two weeks to reach safety.
Sustaining her through every moment of waiting, there has remained the tiniest flicker of hope: her daughter Rosa\'s face, eyes bright and expectant, arms outstretched.
For the midnight knock at the door, for her number to be called, for the next meal of watery soup, the sound of a gunshot...
She is used to waiting.
The queue is long, but that barely matters
