When Willa opened her eyes, the world felt… fuzzy.
Her head was heavy, like someone had filled it with clouds, and her body felt oddly warm under the soft sheets. She blinked a few times, trying to figure out where she was. The ceiling above her was painted pale pink, with the little glow-in-the-dark stars she and Auntie Delilah had stuck there a month ago.
She was in her own room.
But something didn’t feel right.
Her throat was dry, her chest tight, and her memories… it was like scrambled puzzle pieces which wouldn’t fit together.
Had she been… sick? She thought.
She rubbed her eyes and blinked again, trying to remember. There was a dream, yes, a dream. In it, Mommy was angry, Daddy was shouting, and someone, maybe Auntie Delilah? was smiling, whispering something abou
