"So she still won't tell you where she used to live or about her parents?" Lucy asks me and I frustratedly run a hand over my face.

"No," I say. "I've asked her like a million times and each time it's 'I don't remember'."

Lucy rests her elbows on the kitchen island and lets her chin sink into her palm. I hear her sigh. "Well we are going to have to do a background check on her then."

She gets up to fetch her laptop from the living room, opening it up as she positions herself on a stool.

I stand behind her as she gets it loaded up.

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