Unanswered Echoes

Maddox’s POV

Some scars healed clean. Some didn’t. They just hung around like old houseguests who wouldn’t take the hint and leave.

I stood in front of the mirror, buttoning my shirt, eyes fixed on the mark running across my lower stomach. It had faded over the years. Not gone, but softer now. A pale line against my skin, the kind of thing most people wouldn’t notice unless they were close enough.