Chapter 41

• I crossed the room to lean on the wall behind my desk. "The scar... It's gone," Marcel's eyes drifted to my thighs where the scar had been for the last two years while my hands rubbed on the spot.
• Not only was the scar totally gone now, but the skin there was also overly smooth, it would be hard to believe a scar had once lived there. I spent more hours in the bathroom these days, washing that exact spot and wandering how it'd suddenly disappeared.
• "How?" he asked, his mouth dropping open and shut at intervals.