Holly’s neck was already a collection of different colored bruises. If he touched her neck again, he could probably place his fingers to match the outline of each bruise.
“I’m sorry, Holly.” Trey whispered, he was about to reach to pat her shoulder but thought better of it. Knowing her bit of anger, she’d probably rip his arm to shreds.
“This … doesn’t … this doesn’t make any sense.” She walked out of the bathroom and sat on her bed.
Trey sighed again. This would be even worse. “What do you mean?” he asked, sitting down on the long desk.
“I … I heal fast. This should be gone already. It shouldn’t have even been there in the first place. I thought … I thought it was gone before you jumped into my memory …”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” he was trying to get her off the subject but she was still pondering it all.
“I … I’ve always healed quickly. Well, except for that … one time in the woods. It took a couple of days but still. None of this makes sense.” She rubbed at her forehead, deep in thought.