It’s absolute torture as I sit here and watch her from the other side of the room as she cuts thin white lines that disappear one by one up that lightly freckled nose. The worst part is, Skye stares straight through me, utterly unaware of my presence or my pain that is so tangible to me. It’s haunting how this empty stare is such a far cry from the fiery challenge I’d seen in those eyes when she threatened to force me to leave her house.
