Holly’s neck was already a collection of different colored bruises. If he touched her neck again, he could probably place his fingers to match the outline of each bruise.

“I’m sorry, Holly.â€? Trey whispered, he was about to reach to pat her shoulder but thought better of it. Knowing her bit of anger, she’d probably rip his arm to shreds.

“This … doesn’t … this doesn’t make any sense.â€? She walked out of the bathroom and sat on her bed.

Trey sighed again. This would be even worse. “What do you mean?â€? he asked, sitting down on the long desk.

“I … I heal fast. This should be gone already. It shouldn’t have even been there in the first place. I thought … I thought it was gone before you jumped into my memory …â€?

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.â€? he was trying to get her off the subject but she was still pondering it all.

“I … I’ve always healed quickly. Well, except for that … one time in the woods. It took a couple of days but still. None of this makes sense.â€? She rubbed at her forehead, deep in thought.