I sighed deeply. I didn’t want this conversation. I sat on the twin bed, absently noticing how soft it was. “How are the bruises?” My head jerked up. His eyes stared into mine, demanding an answer. “Big red marks, big bruises, and soreness,” I answered lightly as I felt my collar to make sure my jacket still covered any bruises near my neck. “You know how redheads bruise, it looks worse than it is.” I didn’t want to talk about this. I just wanted to forget it ever happened and move on. By the look on Rory’s face, that wasn’t going to happen. “I talked to your mom’s doctor today,” he began.
