Rudolf falls in love with the girl next door, Gertrude. He doesn’t care what
religion Gertrude practices but the Nazis do. When the first antisemitic laws
are enacted by the Nazi government, Gertrude’s father loses his job at the
local university. Unable to find employment in Germany, he accepts a position
at Istanbul University and moves the family to Turkey. Rudolf, desperate to
follow Gertrude, takes a position working at the consulate in Istanbul with the
very government which caused her exile. With Rudolf finally living in the same
city as Gertrude, their reunion should be inevitable, but he can’t find her.
During his search for Gertrude, he stumbles upon Rosalyn, an American Jew
working as a nanny in the city. Upon hearing his heartbreaking story, she
immediately agrees to help him search for his lost love. Willing to do anything
in their search for Gertrude, they agree to work for a British intelligence
officer who promises his assistance, but his demands endanger Rudolf and
Rosalyn. As the danger increases and the search for Gertrude stretches on,
Rudolf and Rosalyn grow close, but Rudolf gave his heart away long
arms. With his right hand, he smoothed her blonde curls while shushing her and
murmuring nonsensical words into her ear. When her breaths became less erratic,
he loosened his arms from around her before grabbing her hand and tugging her
towards her parents. Avi and Rosa Liebster stood at the top of the stairs
leading into their townhouse and watched them approach.
my son, we can’t stay. You know this. Deep in your heart, you know this.”
who he had always known would be his father-in-law. There wasn’t a moment of
his life in which he didn’t know Gertrude would be his wife. Until now. Now,
she was leaving. Without him. No, not without him. “I’ll come with you.” He
turned to rush down the stairs intent on packing up his life. A hand on his
shoulder stopped him.
his shoulder squeezed before dropping away. “Stay. Get an education. Become the
man you are meant to become. You and Gertrude have time. When the time is
right, you can join us.”
words petered out. Avi shook his head. He tried to implore Rosa with his eyes,
but she turned away. “We can get married. She’ll be safe with me.” His
desperate plea was met with silence.
What could he possibly say to make things better? His eyes stung, and he took a
deep breath before trying again. “I’ll come for you.” He leaned forward and
brushed his lips against hers. “No matter what. I’ll find you, and we’ll be
his arms. Sobs wracked her body with such force, he could barely hold on. He
tightened his arms around her and leaned against the wrought iron handrail of
the stairs to steady himself. He took a deep breath and brought her honeysuckle
smell into his lungs.
one step below him. He turned to his father and watched as he nodded to the man
standing behind him.
time,” Avi Liebster whispered the words before gently untangling his daughter
from Rudolf’s arms. His arms felt empty as Gertrude was pulled from him. Would
they ever feel anything but empty from this moment forward?
everything I could get my grubby hands on, from my mom’s Harlequin romances, to
Nancy Drew, to Little Women. When I wasn’t flipping pages in a library book, I
was penning horrendous poems, writing songs no one should ever sing, or
drafting stories which have thankfully been destroyed. College and a stint in
the U.S. Army came along, robbing me of free time to write and read, although
on the odd occasion I did manage to sneak a book into my rucksack between
rolled up socks, MRIs, t-shirts, and cold weather gear. After surviving the
army experience, I went back to school and got my law degree. I jumped ship and
joined the hubby in the Netherlands before the graduation ceremony could even
begin. A few years into my legal career, I was exhausted, fed up, and just
plain done. I quit my job and sat down to write a manuscript, which I promptly
hid in the attic after returning to the law. But being a lawyer really wasn’t
my thing, so I quit (again!) and went off to Germany to start a B&B. Turns
out being a B&B owner wasn’t my thing either. I polished off that
manuscript languishing in the attic before following the husband to Istanbul
where I decided to give the whole writer-thing a go. But ten years was too many
to stay away from my adopted home. I packed up again and moved to The Hague
where I’m currently working on my next book. I hope I’ll always be working on
my next book.