Elizabeth looked down at the scar again, evaluating it as if she was looking at it for the first time. It didn’t look too different to the others, though now Sawyer had mentioned it she saw that it was subtly different. The edges were straight and uniform, unlike the jagged and irregular line running down her own thigh. It was camouflaged by the others, but now she knew the truth it stood out enough that she wondered why she hadn’t noticed before.
“It felt different,” she whispered under her breath, dragging her fingers slowly over her own scar.
“That’s what I was saying,” he responded as if he either didn’t know or didn’t care that she was speaking to herself “it was that specific thing you were feeling. I just don’t know why.”
“Perhaps it crossed your mind as I touched you and somethi
