Lucy
I couldn’t say how long it was before I could stand to talk. I told the officers what I could remember, and they left me in David’s care. He took me to a nearby café, draping his jacket over my shoulders. I watched him from the seat by the window as he ordered our drinks.
He came back and set a tall steaming cup in front of me. I didn’t know what it was, but it didn’t matter. I wrapped my hands around it, enjoying the way the heat seemed to seep into my hands. I took deep breaths, shuddering as I tried to calm down. David sat beside me and pulled me close, sharing his body heat, but he didn’t press me to say anything or eat.
I looked at the small tray of sweets in front of me and my lips twitched.
“You… hate chocolate,” I said.
David chuckled and took a sip from his drink. “T
