Chapter Six
LUCY
Lucy stepped out of her heels in the entryway, tiptoeing through the dappled wash of a nightlight until she spotted Chloe’s bedroom door open, and the lights off. She was still out with her bridesmaids. At least that was one less thing Lucy had to think about.
She didn’t know how she would explain her relationship with Nicky Broome to Chloe if it came to that. Truthfully, she had a difficult time explaining it to herself. Even after all the years that had passed.
It had been decades, plenty of time to come to terms with the hows and the whys.
They’d only had one night. Less than twenty-four hours.
It was no time at all, really, in the grand scheme of things.
If Lucy added it all up, she’d probably spent more time picking out nail polish, or untangling charger cords in the span of her life.
Their time together had been a flash, a blink of an eye.
But it was also forever.