Lucy sat on her bed with her legs pulled in. She had her arms wrapped around her legs and rested her chin on her knees. She rocked back and forth confused, embarrassed, and angry. Had she imagined it? She had been trying to recall the memories of her attack and feeling out of control…. No, she convinced herself, she hadn’t made it up. She could still feel the burning of Celeste’s lips against hers. She knew it happened. Why was Celeste acting like nothing had happened? ...