"Shosanna."
Fredrick's voice was hushed with awe.
Theirs was a night of angry tears, desperation, understanding, and finally, absolution.
Shosanna's breath caught in her throat as Fredrick reached out and gently ran his thumb over the small, crescent-shaped scar above her left cheekbone. Despite it all, the Jewish theater proprietor and the German War Hero were nothing but a couple of kids, trapped in a circumstance greater than them both.
Fredrick knew it'd be some time until either would be whole; but as Shosanna gave him a small smile and placed her hand over his, he realized they already were.