Chapter 6

I blinked, but nothing seemed to change. The movie kept playing, and Raul still held my hand. But then I noticed something I hadn't before.

There was a faint scar on Raul's wrist. It was so light that one would miss it if one didn't look closely. It wasn't from an accident; the shape was too neat, like it had been made by something sharp and precise.

And the scar was right over the most delicate part of his pulse.

I'd seen scars like that before in a paper about self-harm and eating disorders. Some people, when they were starving,…