““I quickly shifted my gaze to the wallpaper, where it skimmed across the bright flowers and mischievous rabbits and landed on one of the bees in the print. I swear I saw its wings flutter. I reached out to touch it only to realize the bee was warm under my fingertip. "Do you like the wallpaper?" Cora Bee asked. "Some people think it's too busy, too colorful, too much." I turned to face Cora Bee. "It's not any of that. It's perfect ." Though her eyes were tired, haunted, she smiled. "I think you'll fit in around here just fine, Emme." And I smiled, too, because I knew she wasn't lying.””
