she poured herself a cup of stale coffee , folded a series of fresh files under her arm , and settled into an interview room . now that they were here , lucy could sort of see what she meant . i felt my arm starting to slip away . `` do you want it to be okay ? '' does this mean that you do n't trust me ? '' it 's probably old , maybe from when i fell on that hike . '' she 'd been trying to help him and- her hand touched her chest . 