“Where? Where did he go?” “East.” Eva took a deep breath. “To a work camp called Auschwitz. In Poland.” “But that’s impossible. He was taken less than a week ago. And we live in France, Eva. This doesn’t happen in France.” “I’m afraid it does.” Eva could see the crush of people penned up at Drancy each time she closed her eyes. “But we left Poland. We – we are French.” “We are Jews.”
