6
Chloe warmed herself by the fire, the smell of freshly cooked pork making her stomach grumble. Because they were at a higher altitude, the winter nights could be chilly. As chilly as it could get this close to the equator, anyway.
The Thai villagers were just finishing up for the day—they always made sure they worked harder and longer than the volunteers. They didn’t like feeling like they couldn’t rebuild their village on their own so made sure they did more than their fair share of the work. If the volunteers had worked another hour, the villagers would have worked two. When she’d first started Building on Hope, Chloe had quickly learned that her organization was meant to help but not take over. Thailand may be her home, but this village? It was not. Though after years of living vari
