Abigail’s POV

The silky scarf felt cool against my fingertips as I lifted it just slightly to reveal faint bruises beneath. Catching Max’s curious glance, I quickly offered an explanation, “Ugly, right? I guess I had a bad reaction after a night out with Ella. Alcohol allergy, I think.”

I looked at him from the corner of my eye, wondering how he’d take what I just said. There was always something to Max, the way he spoke, the way he moved his body, ...