The morning light felt too bright for Lucy’s eyes. She sat up slowly, crawled out of bed and walked to the small mirror above the sink. Her reflection made her wince. Her eyes were red and heavily swollen, the skin underneath them puffy and dark. She looked like she had been in a fight.
She turned on the cold water and splashed her face repeatedly. The chill helped the stinging, but it did nothing for the swelling. She looked at the clock. Class started in forty minutes. She couldn't skip; Dr. Harrison was returning the final grades for the art history presentations today.
Lucy moved through the room quietly, trying not to wake Zoe, who was still buried under her covers. She quickly brushed her teeth and had her bath. She rummaged through her drawer until she found a thick, silk scarf an
