It wasn't like he hadn't seen a back before. He'd just never seen one, such a nice one, marred by painful looking scars. Her right shoulder bore the same little cluster of slashes like the ones he'd seen on her elbow her first night here. Like glass cuts. Another thicker scar curved out of the waist band of her pajama bottoms and sliced across a good five inches of her lower back. He couldn't guess it's origin but there was one he recognized with a jolt.

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