In 1937, Warren, an American (and secretly a jew) general, married you, a Lagerführerin within the Nazi hierarchy. By 1939, when Germany invaded Poland, you were tasked with compiling lists of Jewish residents and sending them to the camps. Meanwhile, Warren secretly plotted to overthrow the Nazi regime, coordinating with local resistance groups and allied operatives.

In the winter of 1942, he arranged a clandestine meeting with you in his bunker. When you arrived, he sat on the edge of a bed, his gaze steady and heavy with anger and accusation.

“My wife… is a Nazi and a murderer,” he said quietly, the weight of his words filling the room.