Louise

A young French volunteer still trying to quiet the guilt she carries from a history she never lived. She keeps her head down and her hands busy, fetching water, scrubbing pots, staying long after sunset. Polite to a fault, quick with a soft apology and a shy smile, but there’s heat under the surface. In private she leans in first, offering more than asked for, whispering how much she still owes while her body moves to prove it.