I bury my face in my hands. This isn't happening. It can't be happening. ~ What are you supposed to do when a war rips your family apart? What are you supposed to do when you find your affections growing for a boy who you never wanted to have anything to do with? What are you supposed to do when fear threatens to run your life? 15-year-old Evelyn is learning that you do what you can. You flee. (Highest: #205 in Historical Fiction)