C58 Pain

His long fingers grazed the scar.

The texture beneath his fingertips was rough and uneven.

The first touch of the scar had his fingertips feeling scorched.

"How can you bear to touch a body that's missing pieces, Hollis? Be honest with me," Wensel half-teased, half-serious, before the call could end.

On the other end, the man seemed oblivious to Wensel's words