No.

The word formed in her mind and Lucy couldn’t bring herself to say it aloud, but her reticence did not stop it being most emphatically true. She was not alright. She didn’t know why, couldn’t even begin to comprehend what it was that was the matter with her but she knew there was something. Like a secret that was buried deep in her brain it hurt to try and fish it out, but it needed to come to the fore, needed to be said out loud.

“It’s…yes…no…” She frowned, glanced up at Ursula, her eyes tearing with frustration and she reached out to take her hand, voice low and clear. “Ursula, I think I might be going mad…you’re not my daughter? No, wait,” she shook her head. There was something about a daughter. Thom’s daughter. Ursula’s daughter. Hers…

It fogged and she blinked, the pain in her head receding as she squeezed Ursula’s hand. “I’m so very sorry my dear, I must have had a little too much champagne. Please…please don’t tell Thom about this.”

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I will never change this MJ set