XIII.IV Picking up the Pieces

Liz flashed a sad smile as she subconsciously ran her hand through her neck again. In a sense, she knew that the question was coming whether she liked it or not. Children were curious, after all, and a large, pink gash over someone's neck just screamed curiosity. Even she could admit that. And it wasn't as if she won't be asking some hard-hitting questions later herself. She was more than happy to entertain the kid if it meant getting her comfortable around her presence.

"I had an accident a few years ago," the former police detective recounted as she put her phone down to focus on her young guest. "Got nicked in the line of duty."

It was a turbulent time; being a freshly-minted detective, sniffing out a lead, her over-achieving ass getting too cocky about trying to get a promotion... If she hadn't met Heather back then, surely she would have been dead after a few days of being in the middle of hostile enemy territory with no backup. Not that she would ever say
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