Pensaba que el tatuaje de mi marido era solo una mujer cualquiera hasta que la conocí en la vida real

Then he said, “I didn’t get the tattoo because I loved her.” His voice broke. “I got it because I couldn’t forgive myself.”

“I should have told you years ago.”

I looked at him.

“So why didn’t you do it?”

“Because every time you asked, I imagined having to explain what I had done.”

He looked down at the table.

“And each time, I chose the coward’s way out.”