Lucy's POV

The smell of smoke still seemed to cling to my skin, but I knew it was only my imagination, something my mind was conjuring.

Days after the fire, I could still feel the memory of those flames whenever I closed my eyes, but life went on, and I needed to teach my classes and keep performing.

Passing by Lush left me depressed. The place was now destroyed, sealed off by construction barriers and police tape, and the city was still talking about the attack. It was a shame, since it h