"You will." She nodded like it was decided, and her hand twitched again like she wanted to touch the scar again. It was fascinating, in the way that you keep constantly running your tongue over the hole where teeth used to be.

Instead she tugged at the hem of her shirt, stepping back to display a swath of perfectly tan skin marred by a huge puckered scar just under her rib cage that seemed to resemble what the aftermath of being impaled would look like. Arching her eyebrows, the shirt shifts higher, exposing the lime green lace of her bra and the ten inch scar on her chest from her heart surgery when she was a baby. "Scars aren't so bad."