HAZEL
I don’t even have the strength to do my usual bedtime routine. I pull on the teddy pyjamas and crawl under the covers. The last thing I want is another conversation.
Of course, when Angela comes back, she lightly touches me. I stir up and give her a look that clearly says, 'Don't push me.'
She sets a tray on the nightstand. “I brought you some soup. Eat it, it’ll make you feel a lot better.”
I want to be mad at her. I do. But I end up crying again.
Angela places the bowl on my lap, adjusts the pillow behind my back, making me sit up like a child. It reminds me of the time she found me after I encountered Luca in those woods… how she took care of me then. And here she is, doing it again.
“Why are you doing this?” I whisper.
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I mean… why are you
