Hazel looked at the floor; the dark wood looked so depressing. Hazel’s room looked so blank, no expression, no feeling and no warmth. There was no comfort in her bedroom, only a bed in the middle of the room, a chest of draws to the side and a window that had shattered. There was a draft in the room, and the curtains swayed to the rhythm of the wind. Hazel looked up to see her reflection in the...