Savannah
I was lounging on the couch, wearing nothing but a flimsy robe when Jameson told me Zoey was coming to visit. Right away, I jumped to my feet and scurried to the bedroom, so I could put more clothes on.
As I started to put my legs through a pair of black leggings, I noticed the scar decorating my inner right thigh had gotten significantly lighter. I usually made it a point not to look at that particular scar, because of the horrible memory that accompanied it, but this time was different.
I trailed my fingertip over the scar, immediately noticing that it also felt smaller and not raised as high. Curious to see if the other large scars on my body looked any different, I made my way to the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, then I twisted my body just right
