POWERLESS
Lucy smiled gently, opening the curtains to let the light spill in.
“Lucy,” I said, brushing my hair at the dresser, “can I ask you something? And I want the truth.”
She paused, then nodded slowly. “Yes, Ma’am.”
I watched her closely her warm brown eyes, the gray streaks in her hair, her calm demeanor.
“Tell me about Beatrice.”
Her hand froze on the curtain.
The color drained from her face. She looked as though she’d seen a ghost.
“Don’t lie to me,” I said softly. “I already know who she is.”
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