Constance
My body was pressed against the wall, trying to keep as quiet as possible. I knew I shouldn't be listening to their private conversation, but I couldn't help it. Even though Scar told me about some of his past, I didn't get all of it. He wasn't exactly the easiest person to express how he felt.
I got ready to ease back into the room when I heard Scar ask a question to which I needed to know the answer. "Can you tell me why he looked so happy? The day the fire was set, Ambrose looked me right in the eyes and smiled after what he had done. Why?"
Mom turned back around to him after putting the ice pack away. "Ambrose may be a better fit to answer that question. He never talked about it after that night and refused to, but I can tell you that it probably haunted him more than it e
