Unlike other fathers in their northern English town, Nancy Kohner's father was elegantly dressed after the Eastern European fashion, never without a rose in his lapel. When he died, Kohner delved into boxes of letters and diaries that her father carried when he fled Czechoslovakia in 1939 and learned that, while there were times of great joy—a son's return from the trenches of Verdun, the birth of grandchildren, a growing family business—there was also fear. As the first storm troopers marched into Podersam, Kohner witnesses the disintegration of the family through their increasingly desperate letters.
"Kohner faces her grandmother's unthinkable fate with the same empathy and sensitivity she displays throughout toward the family she never knew."—Kirkus Reviews