The Truth Behind the Scars

A jagged scar stretched across the left side of Sloane's belly, cutting across her smooth skin. The deep pink color proved it was an old wound.

"Carter, do you remember this scar?" she asked quietly.

Carter froze, like something had wrapped around his throat. "Uh," he mumbled, mouth slightly open.

He had almost forgotten—it felt like it had happened a lifetime ago.

Bits and pieces came back to him