Lucy closed her eyes. In her mind she saw her blonde, straw-like hair, the stretch marks on her hips, the scar on her forearm she got from falling out of a tree as a child, the perfectly round birthmark on the top of her right thigh. Lucy breathed in deeply and on the exhale she felt an uncomfortable contortion of her body. In an instant, she felt normal. Upright on her legs, in the pajamas she’d lived in the past week. Dudley swept her off her feet, almost crushing her entirely. 