A.N- This is a story I've had in the works for a while now. In case anyone's wondering, it's set in 1942 for the time being, though it will take place over a two or three year time period.
There isn't much else I can say about it right now, since I don't want to give anything away. Please read and review! As usual, I don't own the characters or setting.
"Do you really have to go?" Feliks asked his mother for what felt like the hundredth time that evening. She was preparing to go out somewhere with his father.
They'd been doing that a lot in the last three years, and he knew he should be used to it by now. Still, he couldn't help but feel uneasy whenever they left.
The fact that they wouldn't tell him where they were going just made it worse. Mother turned and smiled at him, sensing his discomfort with the situation.
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