For twelve years, I had seen that tattoo countless times.
A tiny black symbol on my wife’s left shoulder.
It was easy to miss. Most people probably wouldn’t notice it unless they were looking closely. But I had always noticed it.
The first time I asked her about it was shortly after we got married.
“What does it mean?” I had asked casually.
She looked down at it for a moment, then quickly covered it with her sleeve.
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