As it happened, Clara had grabbed the exact spot where she was bruised. "Ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch!" Sarah cried out, wincing.
Startled, Clara quickly released her hand and asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
Sarah realized she had lost her composure and quickly pulled her arm back. She avoided Clara's gaze and said, "It's nothing. You just grabbed me too tight and it hurt."
Clara glanced at her hand. 'Too tight? I barely used any force at all!'
She looked at Sarah, then her gaze fell on her arm. "That's not right. Sarah, are you hurt? Let me see…"
She and Sarah knew each other too well. The way Sarah was avoiding her gaze now, it was obvious she was lying.
As she spoke, she reached for Sarah's arm. Sarah tried to pull away, but she was a step too slow. Clara had already pushed up her sleeve and seen the bruise.
"This… How did this happen?" Although the bruise wasn't very large, the sight of it was horrifying to Clara.
A bruise that purple… it looked painful just to see.
