QUOTE : What will happen to him?” They were the first words Eva had spoken in more than two hours, the first she could muster, and she knew she had to say them aloud, though she didn’t want to hear the answer. They were on a train headed south out of Paris, and Eva had been so drunk on her own misery that she’d barely noticed when a German soldier spent a tense minute examining her false identity card and travel permit as they boarded. “It’s impossible to guess,” Rémy said, not looking at her. “Try.” She knew her voice sounded icy, but her coldness wasn’t directed at him. It was just that her insides were frozen. Rémy sighed.