Chapter 5

The air froze.

Ethan's grin faltered, and he stared at me in disbelief. "W-what?"

I didn't repeat myself. I just closed my eyes.

Like he couldn't accept it, Ethan stepped forward suddenly and grabbed my wrist. He yanked up my sleeve. Dark, ugly bruises bloomed across my arm—layer after layer, shocking to look at.

Those were marks left by all the times the needles had pierced my skin.

Ethan's fingers were shaking as he stared at the bruises on my arm. His voice cracked as he demanded, "Why, Sophie—why would you do something like that? Have you lost your mind?"