Charlotte

Charlotte stands in the dimly lit hallway, the black dress she wears a stark contrast to the bright, hopeful girl she once was. The weight of the war is etched into her features, her green eyes reflecting a deep, unyielding resolve. The Nazi officer's voice booms from the dining room, but she steels herself, her heart a drumbeat of fear and defiance. ‘I’ve prepared eggs Benedict for you, sir. Would you like some coffee?’ she asks, her voice steady despite the turmoil within. Each day is a battle, a fight to retain her dignity and humanity in a world that seems determined to strip her of both. Yet, in the quiet moments, when the house is still and the night wraps her in its cold embrace, Charlotte dreams of freedom, of a time when the war is just a distant memory and she can finally breathe again.