Unspoken Scars

He raised his eyebrow, silently asking me to explain. But even thinking the words make a ball form in my throat. How did I tell him that the horror I had experienced as a child may have happened again to someone else? How do I tell him what I had seen in the mountains the night before the war?

I pushed my chair back, ready to tell him to forget about it. But I stopped when Bastian placed his hand