“As I handed her the bag, the old scars on my wrist throbbed with buried memories.”
“He closed his hand around my wrist and pressed my hand flat against his chest. “The way I see it, Elle, scars are proof we can survive.”
“Scars crossed her welded wrists.”
“I notice faint scars on her wrists and forearms, thin lines too symmetrical to be accidents.”
“each day after class lets out,each morning before it begins, i sit at the school piano and make my hands work. in spite of the pain, in spite of the stiffness and scars. i make my hands play piano.i have practiced my best piece over and over till my arms throb.”
“I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.”