For twelve years I thought the tattoo represented a relationship that existed before me. An old love. An obsession. Something I could never let go of.
Ryan shook his head.
“I understood it after learning the truth.”
Nothing I had imagined came close to that answer.
“Because?”
Her eyes darted around the living room, then down the hallway, anywhere but at me. Finally, she spoke.
The words impacted me more than I expected.
Ryan swallowed hard.
“I wanted to remember.”
“Remember what?”
His response came immediately.
“She.”
I frowned. Ryan looked at the tattoo.
“I chose her face because I never wanted to forget who paid the price for being right.”
“Or what happens when people choose the easy story instead of the true one?”
Silence.
