I stare at the scar, then at Kane, then back at the scar.
Then I blurt out the first thing that comes to my mind.
"Tummy tuck. I had a tummy tuck."
His jaw drops.
"Excuse me?"
"I wanted to look cool and beautiful."
"What are you talking about? Why would you do that?"
"Kane, I'm not-"
"When did you do that?"
"A few years ago."
"What made you think you weren't beautiful or 'cool'?"
"Look, this is not a big deal. I was just insecure."
He looks at me, then he takes his eyes back to the scar. He tilts his head to the side as he gazes at it, his frown growing, then he shakes his head at me.
"Do I really look that stupid?"
"What do you mean?"
His index finger traces the healed scar, his brow knitting together in denial.
"Alli, I know a C-section scar when I see one. I don'
