If I had died, I would have never felt sad at all

The fire changes everything. It changes everything inside Jess because she knows what she saw that night. She remembers bleeding out while splayed across the ceiling. The skin over her belly still feels too thin, as if stretching too far would make her body pop open again. When Sam's fingertips skim over the silvery line of the scar, she has to catch his wrist and move his hand away.