Chapter Twenty-Five: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Twenty-Six: Sharon

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Claudette

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Sharon

Chapter Thirty: Claudette

Chapter Thirty-One: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Thirty-Two: Sharon

Chapter Thirty-Three: Claudette

Chapter Thirty-Four: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Thirty-Five: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Thirty-Six: Claudette

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Sharon

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Claudette

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Sharon

Chapter Forty: Sharon

Chapter Forty-One: Claudette

Chapter Forty-Two: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Forty-Three: Sharon

Chapter Forty-Four: Sharon

Chapter Forty-Five: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Forty-Six: Sharon

Chapter Forty-Seven: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Forty-Eight: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Forty-Nine: Uzi Yarden

Chapter Fifty: Sharon

Part III

Chapter Fifty-One: Sharon

Chapter Fifty-Two

Chapter Fifty-Three

Chapter Fifty-Four

Chapter Fifty-Five

Chapter Fifty-Six

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Chapter Sixty

Chapter Sixty-One

Postscript

Author’s Note

Acknowledgments

Glossary

About the Author

Also by Talia Carner

Copyright

About the Publisher

Prologue

Mediterranean Sea

October 1946

She crouches on the top deck, surrounded by hundreds of people squeezed together. All have fallen silent since the ship arrived at the easternmost reach of the Mediterranean Basin. In the moonless night, the sky and sea merge into one inky darkness. Judith’s eyes strain to penetrate it and glimpse the shoreline. Oh, how her parents and sisters had prayed for this safe haven when trying to flee the Nazis’ clutches. I’m doing it for you, she mouths, careful not to utter a sound. The ship’s engines are quiet now. The hum that filled Judith’s ears for nine days in this ancient vessel doesn’t subside; it echoes in the pounding of blood in her temples. She has known fear. Terror has been her constant companion these past six years, since she was eleven. Now there’s a new fear: of being intercepted by the British, who control Palestine and block the entry of Jewish refugees. Her yearnings to reach Eretz Israel might come to naught. What will happen to her then? The land is so close that Judith can almost taste the juice of its oranges.