"No," Wendy replied abruptly. Without hesitation, she unfastened her blouse, baring the intricate network of scars that adorned her upper torso. Haliya's eyes remained transfixed, overwhelmed by the sight before her. Wendy bore a tapestry of scars, varying in size and stage of healing. Some wounds seemed fresh, while others formed a web-like pattern that wound its way from her navel, wrapping around her back like an untamed vine.
Haliya struggled to find the right words, a mix of astonishment and concern filling her thoughts. The significance of Wendy's scars left her
speechless, uncertain of how to react.
"Have you finished scrutinizing me?" Wendy's voice cut through the moment, her hand swiftly closing the door, shutting out any further discussion.
Wendy had a penchant for donning re
