Part X: Lucy Lightning

‘Where are they?’

‘Buried downstairs.’

I’d have run out to find the graves had it not been for a flash of lightning followed by booming thunder, reminding me there’s a storm raging outside.

‘How did they die?’

‘Got caught in a storm.’

‘So that’s true, then. I did survive a storm.’

I never believed my people, if I’m honest. I thought my surviving a storm was just one of their stupid stories.

‘I’m sorry,’ he says. ‘I thought you’d died, too. I thought the vultures had take you. I’m so sorry, Lucy. ’

My real name. I’m not Christa. I’m Lucy.