Frankie scoffed, still gripping Bethany's chin.

　　"A girl?" he repeated mockingly.

　　Bethany, seizing the brief distraction, tried to shrink further into the corner.

　　Frankie clicked his tongue. "Come on, I'd recognize that face anywhere. So what, did they give you a new one while you were under the knife?"

　　Laughter erupted around us.

　　My stomach dropped.

　　Did they… know her?

　　Did Bethany have some sort of ...