Anna stirred in her sleep, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the first touch of sunlight brushed against her face. She blinked awake, only to realize she wasn't alone. Daniel lay beside her, his arm still draped protectively around her waist.
For a moment, she didn't move—just stared at him. His face looked calmer in sleep, the faintest crease between his brows the only trace of tension. Her thoughts drifted back to last night's conversation, and her chest tightened.
How could he notice my scar so easily? she wondered bitterly. It wasn't small or hidden, but still—his observation had cut too close. But even if he noticed, he still can't possibly know how I got it, she told herself, trying to steady her breath.
Just as she was about to shift away, something unusual caught her attention.
