Nine
I twisted my hair out of the way, wishing I'd thought to bring a clip into Grandmother's office with me. Or some wire-rimmed glasses. They'd feel right for the situation.
My empty notepad sat next to me, accusing me with its blankness. I should have gotten further than this, and yet all I'd managed to do for the past half an hour was stare at Grandmother's journals without reading the words there. I couldn't focus on anything without my mind drifting back to how I'd treated Mika. She hadn't deserved that. Something I'd been well aware of, yet I hadn't been able to avoid.
Much like she was doing to me now. I could demand her into my presence, but I didn't think that was the best idea.
"Come on, Lucy," I scolded myself. "Deal with it." Which was just what I was trying to do.
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