I might have saved you
Agatha knew what the letters meant: her family had been deported. Hitler said they were no longer German citizens, and he separated them from their land. “They must have pried Herr Finkham’s fingers from the red front door of the White House.” The thought impacted Agatha physically. It was like she had been kicked in the stomach. “There must be blood on that red door. Herr Finkham’s blood. Mutti’s too, and Sara’s. What of her children?” All of these images made Agatha sick.
If Andres had not taken the money, would her family be here now? Agatha searched for an answer. No, she sadly acknowledged. She remembered their resolve after Bella was murdered. Even in the face of his death, they remained loyal. Their reasons echoed in her head.
Herr Finkham, stoic in his resolve as a solder of German.
Sarah, committed to her oath as a doctor to save Germany lives.
Hans, firm in his belief that Germans will resist Hitler.
And Mutti, committed to remaining in Germany, not to save Germans or Germany, but because she understood she was needed.
All dead. Only Agatha and John remain.