The room went completely still.
Mark noticed the expression on my face immediately. My eyes were fixed not on him, but on the long, jagged scar that ran across his lower abdomen, disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers.
For a moment, I couldn’t speak.
It wasn’t what I had expected at all. My mind had raced to the worst possible conclusions, fueled by the strange generosity of his parents and the tension in his face.
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