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"So, what's her name?"
Adam and Lawrence had been sitting in their respectful corners of the bathroom, sharing small pieces of information about one another. The older man talked about his wife and child, Alison and Diana. He didn't speak much about his wife, and considering he was cheating on her, Lucille wasn't surprised. He absolutely raved about Diana, however. It was clear that he loved and cared about her the way any good father would. Although Lucille didn't have that experience, in fact she didn't really have a father at all, It was sweet to hear.
The woman had been working tirelessly at cutting the rope binding her wrists together, but it was thick and a tiresome task. She decided to give it another rest, even though she was so close to being able to break free and use her hands again. She sat against the wall and listened to the two men converse.
Watching Adam respond so intently and kindly to Lawrence brought a faint smile to Lucille's lips for the first time that whole evening. The topic of kids never came up between the couple. They had talked about a potential future and what it would look like, but Lucille and Adam had silently agreed that having kids would be a conversation for far later down the line.
Lucille rested her head on her knees. She was exhausted, both mentally and physically. Although the high-tensions of the situation had died down slightly, Lucille still felt that anxiousness in her chest. Things were moving too slow. It was agonizing to watch the clock tick closer to 6 o'clock while Lawrence and Adam continued to hit dead ends on finding a way out. Lucille was tired, hungry, and had never wanted to have a sip of water so badly in her life. She just wanted to get out and survive. But that didn't seem like it would be possible.
She had reached that point where if she and Adam were to both die, she just wanted to get it over with. It was horrible to think and feel, but her hopes of surviving this were dwindling. It was still early enough and there was still time, but the glimmers of hope were fading.
Embracing and accepting death seemed like the only option now.
But hearing that question leave Lawrence's lips made her head snap upward. Her name? There was only one person he could have been referring to.
"Her name's Lucille." Adam replied. The tone in his voice had sparked up like a firework. "I call her Lu."
"How long have you been with her?" Lawrence asked.
"A year." Adam replied. Lucille could faintly see the corners of his lips curl into a smile. "We met at a bookstore in the city."
