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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
FOUNT OF LIFE
“Andrea should know the truth,” said Myron. “May her father’s memory be blessed.”
“The truth is she’s an American citizen now.” Cerulean eyes brimming, Gabrielle stroked her slumbering daughter’s golden curls. “Forget her father. Forget France.”
Myron embraced his bride and drank in her fragrance. “Your survival is miracle.”
“A ‘miracle’ based on lies—forged papers and a fiancé in the Wermacht. Could’ve fooled Himmler himself.” She sniffed. “I should’ve died with my brunette sisters at Auschwitz.”
Myron’s breath caught in his throat. “Fiancé?”
“The truth is my Albrecht loved me no matter what. I…willingly gave birth to his Lebensborn.”
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