The hospital suite smelled like medicine and soap to Willa. Too clean, too sad and it was like the people around her pretending all would be fine.
Her tummy still hurt from the allergies that made her sick, but it was not the pain that made her chest feel tight and burning. That was caused by the grown-ups around her. Always whispering secrets. Always frowning. Angry. Shouting like she never existed in between them.
At times they make her choose sides that was to her advantage to get what she wants. She felt like playing a game of choices. But that night, she did not like the game.
Little Willa took a glance at Aunt Delilah — the pretty one with the soft voice — always made her play fun games, making her laugh. Aunt Delilah would give her sparkly jewelry and told Willa that she
