I forced myself to dress and follow the smell of cooking to the kitchen. I didn’t even pay attention to what I changed into, so when Amy paused to stare, I checked to make sure I hadn’t put something on backwards or that colors clashed.
“That color looks good on you.” Amy said softly, nodding to the baby-doll top in pale turquoise. Nervously, I tucked my hair behind my ear.
“Oh, uh.. Thanks.” I took a seat at the table and waited while Amy served me.
“Listen, I’m sorry.-”
“I think you should remove the Mark.”
We both spoke at the same time. Amy’s head jerked up and he looked at me in astonishment.
“What? No.” His fingers tightened on the serving utensil he was holding, so much that I was afraid he’d bend or break it. “Why would you say that?” He whispered. I looked at my hands in my
