QUOTE : He said sternly, “What’s going on here, Cassie Dawson?” There was a long silence as he stood behind her and she faced the fire. Finally, with tortuous slowness, she turned around. “What happened to your face?” Red reached to touch her then pulled back. She had a scrape across the whole side of her cheek and down her neck. He thought about the pain he’d caused her when he took her arm. “Let me see the rest of it.” Cassie started shaking her head. “Red, it’s not as bad as it looks. It’s just a scrape!” “I want to see your arm. Right now!” Red stepped so he was behind her and started unbuttoning her dress. As he did he noticed a dozen slits in her sleeve that had been carefully mended. “Red, please! You’re overreacting!” Cassie turned to look over her shoulder at him in alarm as he clumsily undid the buttons down the back of her dress. “What happened to you? How did you...” Red quit talking and gasped as he pulled her sleeve down. The scrape went down her neck, over her shoulder, and the length of her arm. “Cassie,” Red whispered in dismay. “Was it Wade? Did he hurt you?” Cassie clutched the dress to her front. “No, I haven’t seen Wade at all. I ... I just fell.” “Fell where?” Red said in alarm. “I was around the place all afternoon. I never saw you fall.