“So you think Lucy is alive? How? Where is she?” I asked, completely distracted from his comment before on me being ‘intriguing’. That wasn’t important, not when Lucy was involved and I could finally find something out.

I began to pace, exhausted but tired of hanging out in a bed or chair during these conversations. Or, in Alexander’s case, up against the wall and nearly having my legs crumble in fear. My shoulders slumped as exhaustion consumed me. All of this ...