“How did you get your scar?” I just need him to tell me, to open up when I know he hasn’t to anyone else except probably Dane. He sways on his feet. “God, Ava…” I cup his face. “Scars serve as medals of honor, and the strongest hearts have the most. I like your scars. Share them with me.” He takes a breath and his words slay me. “My mother sliced my face open.”
