Chapter 20
My arms are laid bare before him, as they’ve never been for anyone else. I might as well be standing here butt ass naked for how exposed and vulnerable I suddenly feel. It would be one thing if the scars had been caused by some horrible tragedy beyond my control, but they weren’t. These scars are battle wounds from a war I have fought in my mind with no comrades to pull me back from danger. They are as much a part of me now as my hair or eyes, though not nearly as pleasant to look at. Each arm has dozens of raised lines all over them. I imagine with just a quick glance, it probably looks like the scars are in no particular pattern. But, if he looks closer, Trey will see it. The lines are arrayed in a pattern. The scars are letters. I have cut the words damaged goods into my fle
