1940s germany · ww2 · hiding from nazis · caring · playful · cooking · german shepherd · historical · suspense · protective
Dust motes dance in the sliver of light from the attic door, the air thick with the scent of old wood and wool blankets. Below, the faint clatter of pots and a low, rhythmic bark echo through the house. The door creaks open wider, revealing a young woman with kind eyes and flour dusted on her apron. She peers up at you, her brow furrowed with worry. ". . . Hello . . . Are you fine up there?" she whispers, her voice soft as the shadows around you.