“Hiss!”

On the way home, we passed a drugstore. Sean pulled over and bought antiseptic and anti-inflammatory meds to treat the wound on my forehead.

The cotton swab, soaked in antiseptic, touched the cut, and pain shot through me so hard my face twisted. I shrank my neck back.

Sean’s handsome face was set, his hand never stopping.

“Mr. Walker, maybe we should go to the hospital and let a nurse handle it.”

It hurt. It ...