It was only when she checked thoroughly for the kiddies in the chest that she realised Thomas was gone. John, Bianca and Marcel would hold up their breadth –scared to death as they were–. The big-eyed, sulky looking young twins were there too. She tried to keep a cold head and beckoned them to remain in silence –her trembling forefinger sternly crossing her lips–.
Again, she heard yelling voices and a harsh banging on the front door. She carefully put down the lid, seized her rosary with both hands and murmured a prayer. A heavy night was already upon them.
When she opened the door, she saw a pair of tall German officers. Amid them, somewhat camouflaged behind a dirty countenance and a guilty look, stood the missing lad.