Lindsey shook his head, and his bangs fell into his eyes. "It's not my hand. It's Bradley's hand, and he's come back for it. I'm going to give it to him." Lindsey moved the knife to his skin, tracing the arc of the scar that circles just above his wrist.
"You don't understand. You don't know what it's like. He wants his hand back. I'm going to give it to him." He raised the knife again, his eyes dark and focused.