Amy tugged at her sleeves, pulling them down over her
bloodied knuckles. “I just fell, that’s all.”
“You fell?” Not believing her for one second, Mark’s eyes trailed down to her hands. His brow arching as he reached out taking her hands in his. “And what? You felt the need to- & beat up… the ground?” Referring to her knuckles lightly before letting go over her hands, Mark’s soft touch met the end of her shoulder nudging her into the house slightly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”