My eyes fluttered open against my will, so I glared at the annoying sunlight streaming inside the room from the open windows, uninvited. I felt better than I had in days, and I knew it was because I finally ate and slept on a good bed for once.

I wanted to be grateful that I felt better, but the guilt that I was so comfortable kept lingering in my mind, and I didn’t know how to move on from the death of the people I had known my whole life.

I kept telling myself that I was doing all these ...