“You were at the riot, weren’t you? That’s how you got… those scars.”
“What scars?” Kaiya said. She ran her fingers down her face, stopping on one cheek at a tiny bump that she explored further.
“It’s nothing to worry about,” the old lady said. “You can barely see them.”
Kaiya ignored the old lady and traced a series of lines and distortions down her face and across her mouth. Her stomach kicked again, reminding her that she hadn’t fulfilled her promise to look after it, and a few tears began to form. She let them slide down her cheek onto the rivulets of ruin before wiping them away.
“What’s the matter?” the old lady said. “The doctors did a wonderful job. There’s almost nothing left to see.”
“But you can still see it, can’t you?” Kaiya said. “It’s still there.”
“Of course it’s stil
