Lucy did everything she could to stay out of Barry’s sight.
The next morning, instead of going downstairs when she smelled breakfast, she curled deeper under her blanket and pulled a book from her nightstand.
By the second day, she had almost convinced herself she was invisible.
Julia knocked once before letting herself in. She held two mugs of tea, steam rising in the air. “You’re still hiding?” Julia asked, walking in with that knowing smile.
“I’m not hiding,” Lucy said too quickly, closing her book. She reached for the mug. “I just… feel like being alone.”
Julia raised a brow, settling on the edge of her bed. “You’ve skipped two breakfasts. Barry noticed.”
Lucy’s heart jumped, but she forced her face calm. “He didn’t send for me.”
“That doesn’t mean he didn’t notice.” Julia took
