“Maybe you should let me do it … I don’t want you to see what I look like.” Tears slipped down her cheeks. “It’s so ugly.” “Look at me, Anya. Look at my face so you know I’m telling you the truth.” I waited until her eyes turned up to mine, tears strung through her lashes. “Every mark on you is something you survived to get back to me. You have never looked more beautiful.”
