Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. Theyโre pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.
Lucy ChristopherIt sounded weird to hear you talk so much; normally you only said a few words at a time. I'd never imagined that you'd have a story, too. Until that moment, you were just the kidnapper. You didn't have reasons for anything. You were stupid and evil and mentally ill. That was all. When you started talking, you started changing.
Lucy ChristopherYou smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.
Lucy Christopher