“She’s actually working.” He said.
“I noticed.” I said.
“She hasn’t complained once.” He said.
“That is also true.” I said and Ben scratched the back of his neck.
“I still don’t trust her.” He said.
“You don’t have to.” I said and he looked at me.
“Do you?” He asked and I paused.
“I am trying to see what she does before I decide.” I said and Ben nodded.
“That makes sense.” Ben said.
Across the workshop, Charlotte lifted another box onto the shelf and carefully checked the label before putting it away.
She was taking her time, and although the work was simple, she was doing it properly.
That mattered.
Around noon, Mia approached me while Charlotte continued sorting parts.
“She has finished the first three shelves.” Mia said.
“Already?” I asked.
“She asked me before moving an
