chapter 13

Looking away, I try to shove the memory away and turn toward the edge of the sink basin. I pick up the clothes he left and sniff them. His scent is all over them. I dry myself, fingers trailing over my ruined body. There aren't many parts of me left that aren't scarred or disfigured in some way, even when I am clean. The dirt, as disgusting as it felt, could at least hide my imperfections. “Don’t look,” Sierra scolds me. “How can I not? Look at them,” I snap back, on the verge of tears. “Everyone has a past. Ours just shows on our skin.” ”It’s not the past. We are still in the same mess, but this time, it’s the monster that has changed,” I argue back, but she just shakes her head. “We don’t know that. You don’t know that.” she argues, as I pull the shirt over my head. I grab the pants and socks, putting them on, only for the pants to fall to my feet the moment I stand up straight. I even try to roll them, but they are too massive on my frame. “We can’t walk around like this, Sierra. Le