Ever since you little and you’ve know your fathers best friend, Henry, you have always seen him in love sleeves and pants. He never shows an inch of skin. Not that you want to see any but summer, spring, so on he always covers all skin.

You’ve had your guesses. Insecure, bossy girl, comfortable in it, so on. But no one’s every told you nor have you ever asked.

Who knows if you’ll ever actually know that covering his body are large, deep, jagged scars.