“What are you talking about?” She points to my arms. “The wraps,” she whispers. “I put them on myself. It’s not something we would have considered, not even something that we’d have thought about in that manner, but the second your family was informed they’d be able to see you … that boy asked us to cover them for you. He said your parents didn’t know, and he wanted to make it easier for all of you since so much had happened already.”
