Now, she was sullen, lower lip curled under, hands caught up in the overlong sleeves of one of Axe-Man’s old Street Ink Tattoo Parlour hoodies. The cast fit beneath it, but I thought she’d chosen it as a way to hide her body. She’d always loved pretty things, but since the attack, I hadn’t even seen her in colour-coordinated pajamas. It was like she felt beauty had betrayed her.
