"Just wondering," Sarah said again. She rubbed the dry red flake between her thumb and finger.
Noah sat up straighter on the couch. He winced. He tried to hide it, but his left arm throbbed where the superglue was holding his skin together under his pajama shirt.
"It’s just a nick," Noah said. He pointed to his chin. There was a tiny, red mark there. He had done it on purpose last night with a safety pin, just in case.
Sarah walked over to him. She leaned down. She looked at his chin. Then she looked back at the window.
"That is a lot of blood for a tiny nick, Noah," she said. Her voice was tight. "And the bathroom is twenty feet away. How did blood get on the window sill?"
Noah rubbed the back of his neck with his good hand. He forced a sheepish smile.
"I... I panicked," he stammere
