For nearly two weeks, the shiny metal staples shone like a beacon on her forehead.
For nearly two weeks, all everyone ever saw was the staples. How she had gotten the staples wasn’t important, but she wouldn’t tell anyone either way.
After she got them removed, the white clear strips were put in their place until they fell off on their own. She tore that safety measure from her skin.
She needed to see her scars. She needed to see her strength.