Look

"I'll forgive you."

Muttering those words over the phone, I should've known their effect. Nonetheless, I said them, and a sharp pain ran across my face.

"I'll always love you. We're family; that won't change."

I strained to speak, suppressing any indication of discomfort. The call ended.

I looked in the mirror.

A large scar covered my eye and cheek.

Hah... but what did it matter? He wouldn't see it anyways.

He never saw me.