"That's the one." There might have been a hint of pride in Abigail's voice that she was the one to make him smile like that. "The smile that lights up my whole world." His words made the pride slip a bit. He couldn't mean it. She didn't see herself as anywhere near as beautiful as the other women on the island. There was an ugliness in her and not just from the scars. She'd framed Will, hurt Alana, and done so many other things. "But I can't be beautiful. Not really." She whispered.
"So it was kind of like a big forest?" Abigail asked.