The next morning, sunlight streamed through the large glass windows, casting a soft glow on the dining room table. Lucy walked in quietly, her bare feet making no sound against the marble floor. She still felt a little drained from yesterday’s chaos.
Julia, sitting at the far end of the table with a cup of tea in hand, looked up and smiled. “Good morning, Lucy,” she said warmly. “I… I heard about what happened yesterday. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”
Lucy gave her a small smile, taking a seat. “Thanks… I’m still trying to process it.” She picked up a fork and began pushing her scrambled eggs around her plate.
Julia reached across the table, her gold bracelets clinking softly. “I know it must have been scary. But you’re safe here. Barry will make sure of that.”
Lucy nodded b
