I went quiet after he asked about the scar. My chest tightened and I tried to pull my thoughts away from the memory.
“I didn’t mean to upset you by asking about this scar,” he said softly, his eyes still on me.
“It’s nothing,” I said quickly. My voice sounded smaller than I wanted it to. “I had an accident as a kid.”
He tilted his head slightly, curiosity written all over his face, but he didn’t press. I could feel the weight of his gaze.
“A bear,” I finally said, forcing the words out. “I was mauled by a bear as a child.”
He blinked, surprise clear in his eyes. “A bear? You’re kidding.”
“I’m not,” I said, shrugging slightly, trying to make light of it even though my chest still felt tight. “I don’t remember much.”
He stayed silent for a moment, just looking at me, and I could tell
