Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier ou any of the characters. They belong to Bette Greene.

I sat in the corner of the boxcar looking down at my now swollen ankle. We were on our seconde train now, and I had sprained my ankle when jumping off the first train. Anton had to carry me to our suivant train, which really bothered me. It didn't bother me that he was helping me; I was worried that I was becoming the burden I promised I wouldn't be.

"I'm sorry," I a dit to Anton, who was munching on one of the sandwiches I had packed.

"For what?" he asked between two bites.

"For being...

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier ou any of the characters. They belong to Bette Greene.

We had only been walking for maybe five minutes when Anton suddenly tackled me to the ground and rolled over on haut, retour au début of me. I opened my mouth to speak, but Anton clamped his hand over my mouth. I only had to listen for a seconde before I realized the reason for Anton's actions.

"I heard something over there," I heard a deep male voice say.

"Yeah, me too," I heard another voice reply.

My heartbeat immediately picked up its pace and oxygen felt as hard to avaler, hirondelle as a log when I realized...

Chapter 4

Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier ou any of the characters. They belong to Bette Greene.

7 Years Later

I slowly opened my eyes as the light crept over my eyelids. I sat up to look out the window of my bedroom and I saw the warm, welcoming sun. I turned on my other side to see the warm, welcoming sight of Anton. With his dark hair all tossed and his head buried in his pillow, he slept. I couldn't help but smile at my husband. Everyday feels voller with him. Full. Yes, it took us what felt like forever to get here. Getting to Boston, finally getting on a bateau after a...

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Summer of My German Soldier ou any of the characters. They belong to Bette Greene.

Note: The excerpt from the book is in italics. The place where I started my twist to it is in normal font.

I left my sack at the foot of the garage steps and crawled my way through the blackness. "Anton," I whispered. But behind the closed door, there was only silence. A feeling of loss swept over me. "Anton!" I cried, hitting the door with my fist. "It's me! Patty!"

Abruptly the door opened. "Quiet!" As he led me through the blackness I tried to find my voice. " I thought, I thought...