Lucy couldn't move. Like a broken doll she was forced to lay perfectly still, arms bent at odd angles, legs up against her chest, stuffed sideways so she would fit. Her eyes were open. Wide open. It was dark, but she could still somehow see. She was wearing her blue smock and apron. She could feel the pins digging into her scalp and knew she must be wearing her bonnet, though she couldn't reach up to check for herself. She was either paralyzed or too cramped to move.
She lay that way for what felt like years but was maybe only a few minutes. She badly wanted to know what was next. She wasn't afraid though, she was simply curious. Lucy had never been a patient person, not even on the farm. Her dad used to comment all the time about how much like her sister she was. He never said it within
