When Lucy woke up again, it was the afternoon of the next day. She opened her eyes and, from the white ceiling and the smell of disinfectant, she knew immediately where she was. She turned around and saw Alice, who was sitting on the sofa near the window and typing in the computer. Avril, Lucy’s mother, was fussing with a food tray on the other side of her.
Avril kissed her daughter on the forehead and said, “It is nice to see that you are awake again. Don’t worry. You are safe now.”
Lucy smiled and wondered, “Did they catch the girl? She was crazy. She was the one who burnt my wrists and legs…”
Avril frowned. “I am not sure,” she replied. “We haven’t heard a lot from the police as of yet.”
Hearing the two conversing, Alice looked up from her computer and smiled. “Lucy,” she called, “c
