Turned out, I’d only seen a glimpse of it last night. The truth was so much worse. Bruises clustered along one side of his ribcage, with crisscrossed welts overlaying the purple and blue. He had tattoos working down his arms, a couple of them, but I wasn’t close enough to make them out. Most noticeable of all were the thick scars high up on his shoulders and arms, the type that looked like bad stitches made it worse. A mess of white scar tissue sat low on one side, woven into the fabric of his skin. Was it letters? I could make out a few shapes that looked like letters: w-o-r.
