Gestapo

4

Rebecca wouldn't die. She was almost sure of it - because she knew the man who had taken her captive, and he was not an officer. She believed he was called Peter.

A long time ago, when Rebecca was seven or eight years old and still lived in a house, she would go with her mother to the markets on Saturday to buy bread, fruit, and eggs. They knew a man who set up a stand and sold loaves of bread for a little more than all the other stands - but the bread smelt so good. Rebecca would save money, keeping coins she found on the ground and praying that God would forgive her, to buys those loaves of bread. They made her so happy.

On her last market day before she went into hiding, the sky was fittingly overcast, a prophecy of what was to come. Rebecca had only just enough money for a loaf of bread that day, and she inhaled their sweet smell, so giddy she may have even spun around a few times. As she melted of hunger, fueled by the scent of her bread, Rebecca crashed into a boy only a few years older than her whom she recognized as the son of the man who owned the bread stall. "Autsch!" Rebecca dropped her bread, and she and the boy dove for it at the same time. "Autsch!" They collided again and landed on the hard stone road in the middle of a crowd of bustling bodies, squashing Rebecca's bread.

"Leid!" The boy apologized. His face looked like it belonged in the apple display near Frau Adlers stall. "Wait, I will get you a new one!" The boy ran to his father and returned with a fresh loaf of baked bread before Rebecca could even stand up from the road. "Here," The boy thrust the bread at her, looking down bashfully. His face had not yet returned to its natural color.

Now Rebecca felt safer, but she was confused. Did the baker's son remember her? Is this why he had decided to take her in? Because of a childhood encounter that she had completely forgotten about? What about Max, then?