She couldn’t stop crying. Tears splattered onto his chest, mingling with the short hair there. Hair! Sorcha tugged on it. “Since when did you have chest hair?” “Eh?” He ran a hand down his chest, craning his neck to look down at himself. “I didn’t. Or I haven’t, for a very long time.” She sucked in a breath and traced a circle around a hole she hadn’t noticed before. A star shaped wound over his heart Tiny crystals scattered around it, hardly comparable to his previous crevices and cracks, but still there.
