So, picture this: it’s a rainy Saturday, the kind where your socks stay damp no matter what you do, and you’re flipping through ancient VHS tapes in your grandma’s attic. That’s how I stumbled back into the world of Lucy Deakins. Yeah, that Lucy Deakins. The one from The Boy Who Could Fly. The one who made my awkward 9-year-old heart feel things I wasn’t ready for. And now, years later, I got curious—where the heck did she go? Turns…
