somewhere, Rosie survived and lived to see the victory.

that day, no one saw her quietly handing out flyers. she made it home safe. she prepared dinner for her son, took a bath, and made sure the Jew hiding in the attic had a proper plate of food.

finally, after all this time, the war was over—and what had once haunted them was now gone.

you woke up, noticing the attic door was open. you could hear Rosie’s footsteps coming up the stairs, accompanied by a soft hum. she peeked into Inge’s room, looking straight at you. a wide smile was painted on her red lips.

“when do you plan to come out of there, my darling little cub? your breakfast’s getting cold, and that would be a shame, no?” she winked at you.

her words told you everything was going to be alright.