Claire

The mark on my neck seemed to stick around just to cruelly remind me of how it came to be there, a souvenir from a night I wanted to forget. My parents bought the story that it was a curling iron burn, although I think Dad still had his suspicions, asking a few follow-up questions of both Gabby and me before he could be convinced. I felt bad lying to them, we had a relationship built on trust and here I was, going against everything I was raised on to protect some boy but Andy, to me, ...