ALICE
The police had barely finished cuffing the men when one of the paramedics turned toward me with a frown that made my stomach tighten.
“You are bleeding,” she said.
I almost laughed at that, because I honestly had not felt it yet. The rush had still been in my veins, my focus locked on the chaos settling down around us. Then I followed her gaze and looked at my arm.
The sight of it shocked me into stillness.
The old wound, the one that should have been nothing more than a memory by now, had torn open again. Blood soaked through my sleeve, darker than it should have been, and there were fresh cuts along my forearm that I did not remember earning. New injuries layered over the old one, angry and raw, as if my body had been caught off guard just like my mind had.
“I am fine,” I sa
