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Bethanie dribbled a rag under the sink and wet his lips so he could speak. Vxxx He was just gone. Paris seemed to be passing them too quickly, like a river that had burst its banks, and the vehicle itself felt confining, like a cell. And she knew that meant, “Be brave.”
She wrote to him every week, but in September all of the letters came back in a bundle, unopened and stamped “undeliverable.” Later, the newspapers confirmed it: All of the prisoners at Laval had been sent to Germany. Now I’ve told the story to you. Any second now he’s going to kill me. She cleaned up, and Fabien did too. It was luck that the safe house was near and luck that it had room for more and luck