Noah's POV
Dad just told me Mum is dying and all I could say was , "Good!" Then I hung up the phone and threw it across the room. What was I meant to do with this information. I never wanted to see her again, and she was already dead to me so why did I need to know? Needing to release some anger I hit the gym. An hour later, feeling like I'd done enough damage to the punchbag I took a shower.
Saturday morning I woke up thinking about the phone call I had with Dad yesterday. I growled at the thought, threw off the covers and went into the bathroom. Leaning over the sink I splashed water over my face, look into the mirror and dry my face with a towel. Seeing something on my cheek, I turn my face to the side and move closer to the mirror to get a better look. I move my finger over the mark
