Several minutes had passed, yet I simply sat there, staring at my hands, frozen with shock, not knowing what to do as confusion coiled tightly in my chest, squeezing the air from my lungs. On the contrary, I knew something was happening, but I couldn’t quite place my hands on it, or perhaps I was too skeptical to accept what was happening to me.
My hands had been burned, and I’ve seen the damage, the soreness, and redness that have increased over time.
Meanwhile, the smell was sickening, and the sting of scorched skin. There was no pain, swelling, or infection, just my pulse thundering in my ears.
My gaze on my hands dimmed as she silently tried to figure out what was going on with her.
Despite that, she found with boldness she huffed and said, ‘Whether this was good or not I need to
