Aaron's POV
I shut the bathroom door with my shoulder.
I’d taken the arm sling off earlier and left it on the bed. My arm felt heavier without it. The pain lingered, dull and persistent.
I turned on the shower with one hand.
Water hit the tile, cold at first, then warming as steam crept up.
I stepped under it, letting the water run over my back and chest, careful to keep it off my right side. Even the smallest movement made the muscles tighten.
Damn it.
I reached for the body wash with my left hand, clumsy and slower than it shoud've been.
I hated this.
Bennett had taken enough from me years ago. Now he was trying to take whatever was left.
Water streamed down my stomach. The old scar on my left side showed faintly, a rough line that never fully faded.
That knife should’ve kille
