Vasara sucks in her breath. She swivels in her office chair and closes her eyes. Her trip to Riga belongs to another era, relegated to a dusty corner of her brain, the door shut f ...
Efraim wasn’t sure what some of the big words like “rescue” or “mission” meant, but one thing seemed pretty clear. His Daddy had gone away! Without telling him!
“Prepare Rus’s favorite cake, please!” Meir called to the butler. “The poor thing will be hungry when she returns. I’ve kept her waiting for much too long!”