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The door to Angela’s apartment clicked shut behind them, and Lucy let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Her shoulders dropped, but the trembling didn’t stop.
Angela didn’t turn on the overhead light. Instead, she flicked on a table lamp by the couch, casting the room in a warm, low glow. She kicked off her heels, tossed her keys into a ceramic bowl on the entryway table, and walked over to where Lucy stood frozen just past the threshold.
“Hey,” Angela said softly. “You’re okay now.”
Lucy’s eyes were glassy. She’d been quiet in the car, answering Angela’s questions with one-word replies, staring out the window. Now, standing in Angela’s living room, the mask she’d worn all night finally cracked, just a little.
Angela reached out, her fingers brushing against Lucy’s sleeve. “C’mere.”
Lucy stepped forward, and Angela pulled her into a hug. Slow. Careful. It wasn’t desperate or frantic, it was grounding. Angela’s arms wrapped around Lucy’s shoulders, her chin resting on top of Lucy’s head. She held her there for a long moment, letting Lucy feel the steadiness of her heartbeat, the quiet rhythm of her breathing.
After a while, Angela pulled back just enough to look at Lucy’s face. “You did good tonight. You know that, right?”
Lucy’s lips pressed together. She shook her head once, barely.
“I’m serious,” Angela said. “That call was brutal. And you were solid. You kept your head. You got the kid out alive. That’s what matters.”
“I almost froze,” Lucy whispered. “When I saw him with the knife, I felt it. That old feeling. The one from the barrel.”
Angela’s jaw tightened. She remembered. Everyone remembered the night Lucy had been kidnapped, thrown into a barrel, left to suffocate. It had changed her. And every intense call since then, Angela knew, carried the risk of pulling Lucy back into that darkness.
“You didn’t freeze,” Angela said firmly. “You hesitated for a second. That’s human. But you pushed through. That’s you.”
Lucy’s eyes welled up, and she looked away. “I hate that it still comes back.”
“It probably always will,” Angela said gently. “But that doesn’t make you weak. It makes you brave every single time you choose to move forward anyway.”
Lucy let out a shaky exhale, her forehead dropping against Angela’s shoulder. Angela held her tighter, one hand moving up to cradle the back of Lucy’s head. They stood there for a long time, the only sounds the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant wail of a siren from the street below.
Finally, Angela pulled away just enough to look her in the eye. “You’re staying tonight.”
“I didn’t even pack a bag,” Lucy said, a weak attempt at humor.
“I have spare toothbrushes. And you can borrow one of my ridiculous oversized T-shirts. It’s a rite of passage.”
Lucy laughed. It was small and watery, but it was real. “Okay.”
“Okay,” Angela echoed. She took Lucy’s hand and led her toward the bedroom.
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The bedroom was quiet, dimly lit by a small bedside lamp with a warm amber bulb. Angela’s bed was unmade, the duvet bunched up in a way that somehow looked inviting rather than messy. She grabbed a worn-soft T-shirt from a hook on the door—an old LAPD academy shirt that had been washed so many times the logo was barely readable—and tossed it to Lucy.
“Bathroom’s down the hall. Towels are in the closet. Take your time.”
Lucy nodded, clutching the shirt like a lifeline. She ducked into the bathroom, and Angela heard the water run for a while. Long enough that Angela had changed into a tank top and soft shorts, pulled the covers back, and settled into her side of the bed, scrolling aimlessly through her phone, waiting.
When Lucy came back, she looked smaller. Without the uniform, without the protective shell of duty, she was just Lucy—exhausted, fragile, trusting. She stood in the doorway, her arms wrapped around herself, the oversized T-shirt hanging off one shoulder.
Angela put her phone facedown on the nightstand and patted the space beside her. “Get in.”
Lucy crossed the room, slid under the duvet, and cuddled into Angela.
"I love you so much" Angela whispered to Lucy. "So do I" Lucy gently whispered back.