A — Nice Girl Like You

She leaned over the desk and wrote: Today, I decided to be difficult.

He stepped toward a canvas covered in a black sheet and pulled it back. It wasn't a painting; it was a mirror, but the reflection wasn't beige. The Lucy in the glass wore a deep emerald coat. She was laughing. She was standing on a pier in a city Lucy didn’t recognize, holding a ticket to somewhere far beyond Oakhaven. A Nice Girl Like You

Lucy wrapped the red scarf around her neck and smiled back, but this time, the smile didn't reach for permission. She leaned over the desk and wrote: Today,

She found the entrance behind a rusted iron gate obscured by ivy. The key turned with a click that felt like a heartbeat. it was a mirror