Sopron, Hungary Summer 1943
As the Budapest streets with their clatter of trams and hurried pedestrians began to thin out, Eva César reclined against the cool leather of her father’s town car and let out a long breath. Two hours from now, she would be on her family’s country estate in Sopron with nothing to do but soak in some much-needed sun, bask in Dora’s glorious cooking, and tackle (at last!) the three biology books she’d tucked inside her valise under layers of clothing like boxes of stolen chocolates.
It had been a maddening spring, filled with endless parties and dinner outings, and a steady stream of thank-you notes to write for the gifts arriving in elaborate packages for her upcoming wedding…






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