A set of uniforms and food were left by their doors when William checked in the morning. Doris sleepily got ready in her own and pulled her hair up into a high pony tail on her head. It was just a thick dress that went to her ankles and an apron. Absolutely hideous, but warm enough and that was all that really mattered to her.

He didn’t say much to her as they ate—or when he left to find where he was to be dressed in a grey button down and trousers. Doris followed the small map on her letter and felt goosebumps line her arms. This place gave her...