When she’d left Denver, she hadn’t had any illusions that it was going to be hard. She’d known that Scars was going to struggle with pain and anger and having to ask for help. She’d known that she’d struggle with her own anger, and having to balance things with Keira, and patience to do things on Scars’ timeline, not her own.
She’d known that he’d be gone for days on end, either physically as he recovered in the hospital from a skin graft, or emotionally as he occupied the same space as her, but was sunk deep in thought. She’d worked harder than she ever thought she would at being cheery and positive and supportive – and even when it was damn near impossible to take his brooding or testiness, she’d done it. She really had.
And she’d thought that the worst was over. Scars’ body hadn’t re
