Bree spun Tracey and revealed more of her face behind the hair. Her eyebrows began to crease—then she gagged—she took her other hand and flipped Tracey’s hair out of the way again.
Tracey’s heart sank as she knew what Bree had seen.
“And she has been damaged the entire time—Skylar, look!” Bree yanked the hair some more, revealing a cracked and damaged jaw. “You cannot serve effectively with such a blemish.”
Bree stood above her with a bruised face, messed up loose hair, and a tense body; she put Tracey’s hair back in place, pointing the gun at her forehead—Bree’s arm shook as she pointed the weapon.