I’d forgotten about Louisa! I cracked the door a smidge, faint light from wall-mounted sconces, revealed a disheveled girl. I poked my head out into the hallway—she was alone—so I drew her inside out of view. Only the pale moon illuminated my cot, it was past lights-out and congress was forbidden. “Are you okay?” I asked her as we stood facing one another. Her voice wobbled. “Could you hold me?” All she said was, “I’m sorry,” over and over again. I patted her back and stroked her hair all the while making soothing noises. “It will be fine.”
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