Lucy had dressed simply, in workout clothes for training and her hair woven into a tight braid. She stood in front of the door and stared at it. There was time for her to run away and hide from this false hope. A part of her wanted it to be true - her mother to be inside and alive, her great-uncle to not be consumed with rage and to learn from both of them. That learning was what she would focus on, she told herself. This could be about making herself better and stronger. She could treat anything else with suspicion.
As the sun rose, she knocked on the door and found herself thinking about the possibility of a family more than anything else.