Miss Callie walked back into the room carrying a tray of food. She froze in the doorway, her eyes widening in shock as she took in the sight of me sitting amidst the torn sheet.
"What have you done?" she half-snarled, her voice sharp with surprise and disapproval. But as soon as the words left her mouth, I saw her expression soften. Guilt flashed in her eyes as she realised how harsh she sounded.
"I'm sorry," Miss Callie said softly, setting down the tray on the bedside table. "I didn't mean to snap at you like that. Let's get this cleaned up." She moved closer to me, reaching out a hand to help, but I flinched away from her touch.
I couldn't bear to look at her. The emptiness inside me seemed to grow even larger, swallowing me whole.
"Willow," she said gently, taking a step towards me
