“That wasn’t a request, Private. Show me. Now.”
Around us, the other recruits were trying not to stare, but I could feel their attention like heat on my skin. This was exactly what I’d been trying to avoid since day one.
With hands that wanted to shake but didn’t, I unbuttoned the top of my shirt just enough to reveal the scar. It was thick and ropy, the kind that comes from severe burns. It ran from my left shoulder down across my chest, disappearing beneath my undershirt.
The parade ground went completely silent.
Crawford stared at the scar, then at my face, then back at the scar. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked uncertain.“Where did you get that?”
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