The icy fingers of dawn touched the bars of the prison cell, before feeling their way to Noor’s body slumped across the cement floor.
‘Kneel!’ the Nazi officer ordered in his coarse French accent, shoving her feet with his boot.
Slowly, her breath rasping in her throat, she pushed against the floor until she’d raised her upper body. Using every last atom of her strength, she lifted her head until she looked the officer in the eye.
He put the pistol to her temple. The metal was so beautifully cold.
He cocked the trigger.
A small smile flickered at her lips. ‘Liberté,’ she said, before he fired one single shot.