She shrugged, letting her shirt fall halfway back in place.

“It’s too hot for long sleeves. What’s there to ask, anyway? ‘Hey, how’d you get all those dozens of scars?’ ‘Well, Joanne, this is what happens when you get snatched off the street by a bored sadist.’” She even used a funny voice for ‘Joanne’.

...Numb, that was how it made her feel. Like what happened to her body was entirely separate from what happened to her heart.

“Seems like it’d be obvious from looking that it’s not gonna be a fun story.”