After dinner, Peter took a deep breath, ready to broach the subject, when Natalie unexpectedly began clearing the table. “Let me help,” she said, her tone firm. She moved to the sink, rolling up her sleeves. “It’s the least I can do. I feel terrible just staying here for free.”
As she washed the dishes, Natalie’s voice softened. “I don’t have any family, Peter. No one to turn to. That’s why… well, that’s why we’re here. I know I’m imposing, but I don’t know what else to do.” Her words hung in the air, heavy with desperation.