A Nice Girl Like You -

She found the entrance behind a rusted iron gate obscured by ivy. The key turned with a click that felt like a heartbeat.

"There is no Wickham Lane in Oakhaven," Lucy muttered, her thumb tracing the embossed gold on the journal cover. A Nice Girl Like You

Lucy laughed, the sound brittle in the quiet room. "I don’t do 'versions.' I do spreadsheets. I’m a nice, predictable girl." She found the entrance behind a rusted iron

A neighbor passed by and smiled. "Evening, Lucy! Such a nice girl." " Lucy muttered

She leaned over the desk and wrote: Today, I decided to be difficult.

"Is that what you want to be?" Julian asked. "Or is that just the easiest thing to be?"