I walked silently beside Miss Callie, my steps echoing in the empty corridor. I could feel her eyes on me, assessing and pitying all at once. I kept my gaze fixed straight ahead.
We finally reached my room. I paused outside the door. Number 13 and my name were on the door. I could feel Miss Callie watching my every move. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside the small space with white walls and a narrow bed that looked more like a slab than something meant for comfort. The window was barred, making the room feel more suffocating than it already was; the only bit of colour in the room was the big red button on the wall.
Miss Callie gestured for me to sit on the bed, but I remained standing, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. She reached out a hand to place it on my back, but I
