Sadness.
“Alright?”
The question caught me completely off guard. I expected a denial. Maybe embarrassment. I never expected concern.
“Alright.”
The woman closed her eyes briefly. Relief crossed her face. Then she looked at me again.
I swallowed hard because this conversation suddenly seemed much more complicated than I had imagined.
“Because my husband has your face tattooed on his shoulder.”
For several seconds he just stared at me. Then he slowly sat down in the nearest chair.
“What did Ryan do?”
My heart skipped a beat.
She slowly shook her head.
“No.”
Neither of them spoke for several moments. Then he looked down at his coffee.
