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

name.

Not to hide it.

To hold it. Small blue forget-me-nots curled around the letters, softening the edges without covering a single one.

When she came home from the appointment, she stood in front of me and pushed up her sleeve.

“What do you think?” she asked.

I touched the air beside the tattoo, careful not to hurt her skin.

“I think he’s not hidden anymore.continue reading …