“Only, he no longer had toes on his left leg. Or a shin. Nothing below the knee except for a swollen mass of raw, red, scarred flesh. The pain felt real. Later, he learned the sharp, fiery pains were called “phantom limb pains” and he’d have them for life. The nurse said they wouldn’t be as bad as they were then, and after a while, the pains would return during times of increased stress. Like now. Andrew knew she hadn’t done it to herself. The scars were too straight and deep for self-in...flicted wounds. Someone had carved up Sawyer’s body. Someone she knew, someone close to her. Maybe she had trusted them, and they abused that trust. Anger burned in his chest and spread out through his body, multiple shards of emotional shrapnel he couldn’t get rid of. The pain settled below the knee where his leg used to be. A pain just as bad as the phantom limb pains he had in the early days of recovery. Wes passed Andrew a handful of dry cutlery, startling him.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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