Cecelia
Dr. Ramirez was right. About the wound anyway. Sometime in the night, it stopped bleeding, and by morning it was scabbed over and well on its way to healing. I touched the skin there, noting that for the first time since the day Ellis had mauled me, it did not feel sore or tender. I wondered if there would still be a scar, or if somehow, that could be wiped away too.
The events of the previous night had left me feeling anxious and restless. It had been wonderful to spend a few hours with Catherine, and yet at the same time, I could feel that something was not right. Or was it just the pregnancy and hormones, and the baby removing my mark that had me feeling so paranoid? I honestly couldn’t tell, but even Becky seemed edgy.
I went out to the rose garden to see just how b
