My mind made room without recognizing what it was. The tap came again, louder. “Lucy, are you there?” Craig. His voice was gentle, filled with concern, all the fury spent. I scarcely stopped by the dressing table to flick a comb through my hair and smooth my skirt. I almost ran across the room to open the door. He was waiting with his hands hanging limp at his sides. “Lucy, I’m sorry. I’m so terribly sorry....” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. “You will stay, won’t you?” he whispered. “Please say you’ll stay.” I still couldn’t speak because now I was almost crying. I didn’t know why. I was only conscious of trying to keep tears from escaping and running down my cheeks. Craig threw the door wide open, coming into the room. He put his hands on my shoulders—strong, tender hands. “Lucy, please, say you forgive us for treating you so ... so shamefully.” I nodded dumbly. “And you will stay, won’t you? Don’t go away tomorrow.” I managed to find my voice.
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