Amber herded us into what looked like a sitting room and spoke gently to Ebony after they all were seated.
"What happened?" I look down at my hands, knowing she wouldn't ask me about my scars until I mentioned them. Ebony told her what she told you, going through how the people kidnapped her, who hit her, and who used her for their pleasure. Anger, pain, sympathy, and worry all passed over Amber's face, but never pity. Her face lit up slightly when Ebony told how sometimes she fought back and sometimes ran away, and then how she met you. When Ebony talked about you, she held your hand tightly and Amber noticed this.