“Kenra …” I trail off when my voice cracks. “I told you I haven’t smiled in months.” She closes her eyes and tips her chin to the sky, tears rolling over her cheeks. “I haven’t felt the sun against my skin in a year.” “Does he know?” “He knows, even bought me a set of real silver blades once,” she whispers. “As long as my arms stay covered, all is well in his world.”