I couldn’t save my son. And the man I serve now was the last one to see him…

France, 1953.It has been ten years since I last worked in this chateau. I act as if I have never been here before. I pretend to care for Martin Sinclair, shrivelled and burned from a bomb in Berlin. I adjust his pillows, feed him his meals. But although he is frail, his light green eyes are just as sharp as they have always been. As they scrutinise my face, I hold my breath. Will he recognise me?

This French village was once my home. It’s no surprise when he tells me I look familiar. But does he remember all that he did? His closeness to those evil soldiers. The way he betrayed my gentle father, who served him faithfully. And how he gave the order that sent eight Jewish children to their deaths.

Including my darling son…

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