My Wife Came Back from a Girls’ Trip and Kept Her Sleeves Down — When I Finally Saw Her Arm, My Blood Ran Cold

she mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over.

Her sleeve got caught under her arm.

Then it slid up past her elbow.

And that was when I saw it.

A fresh tattoo.

Big letters, right there on her lower arm.

DYLAN.

My name is not Dylan.

We did not have a friend named Dylan. I had never met a Dylan. She had never once mentioned a Dylan to me in our entire marriage.continue reading …