Even while on the run with Josef and Lisbeth after their escape. Even the two times she had led evaders over the mountains to the relative safety of the Spanish border herself. She blamed it on the inability to shut out her worries for her grandparents—knowing there was nothing she could do for them but pray for their survival. And what of Peter? And Daniel? What about her certainty that Schwarz would stop at nothing to find her—and eventually murder her? Shortly after dark that first night, Mikel had led them to the river where a man waited and helped Anja and Daniel into a small boat while he and Mikel pushed it off the shallow beach and Mikel jumped in and began to row away from the city. He stayed close to the shoreline in case they saw something and needed to hide or make a run for it. Low-hanging branches brushed their faces, and Daniel swatted them away, making a game of it. Anja was constantly amazed at the resilience of children in such times as they were living. After two days and nights of stopping every time they saw someone on shore or another boat, they reached the town of Fontainebleau.
