Chances WWII – serie

Her mind alive with the words she had overheard last night, Dyta emerged onto the broad steps of the library and shielded her eyes from the lowering sun. She tied up her dark hair, pulled her white socks to her knees, and walked down the steps. Her father was so grey and sedate, it was hard to imagine a phrase less likely to emerge from his lips than 'your chance to kill '.