"The short version is I was lonely. The longer version is... long. And convoluted. And not any prettier than the short version, honestly. Significantly uglier, in fact." She clenched her left hand in her lap, making a conscious effort not to reach up and rub her fingers on the inside of her right bicep. It was a miracle none of the others had seen the ink marking her skin yet. Though, she suspected at least Susan knew of it. It would be hard to miss during a medical exam, which she was sure she had gotten several times while unconscious.