By Norma Curtis
She places her hands on the soft, aged leather of her grandmother’s suitcase. Outside, the breeze blows the purple foxgloves so they bob and tap on the cottage window. Carefully lifting the lid, she sees that the case is filled with papers, yellow with age. Papers that tell a harrowing story of loss and heartbreak in times of war… but why have they been kept secret all these years?
1945. Hedi Fischer is jostled off the train and through the gates of a Nazi concentration camp. As the prisoners are pushed inside, she frantically searches for a familiar face – anybody to make her feel less alone here. At the constant mercy of the cruel and unpredictable guards, Hedi knows it is only luck and her wits that will keep her alive now. That is, until her eyes meet the gentle gaze of a green-eyed British soldier, and everything changes in a moment…
Present Day. Thea has never met her grandmother Hedi, so she’s surprised when she receives a call to take her home. She’s not sure how the elegant ninety-year-old woman will fit into her life – especially as she’s just rashly quit her job in the city to rent a tiny, stone cottage miles from the nearest town. Sharp, feisty Hedi refuses to talk about how she ended up here, or why she and Thea’s mother haven’t spoken for more than thirty years. So when Thea spots Hedi’s battered suitcase on their scrubbed wood kitchen table, she can’t resist the chance to learn more.
What Thea finds inside is more heartbreaking than she could have ever imagined. Hedi’s memories, so long kept hidden from the world, could be the key to finally putting three generations of family secrets to rest…
A heart-warming and emotional read that will have you reaching for the tissues! Perfect for fans of Fiona Valpy, Lily Graham and Rachel Hore.
Living in London and brought up in Wales, I love writing in all its forms. In a story I aim for lively characters, optimistic resolutions and humour, even if it's dark. Former chairman of the RNA, prize-winning novelist, mentor, short story writer, I'm keen on WW2 experiences and moral dilemmas - strictly fictional. I write for Bookouture.
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