Glow (The Plated Prisoner, #4)

by Raven Kennedy

That’s the thing with trauma to the body—it shows up instantly. In breaks and bruises, in burns and in blood. But the trauma on the inside, that’s harder to see. It creeps around your mind, poisons you with disquiet. It can hit you out of nowhere, debilitating and ruinous. There are no marks visible for those. None, save the shadows in your eyes.

You never notice what’s keeping you balanced until you realize you’re not standing straight anymore.

I told him I wanted everything, and when you ask for everything from a person, you don’t get to pick and choose. You take them as they are.