Andrea looks down at Lance’s arm, but he’s wearing a long-sleeved shirt. The sleeves are rolled up to the middle of his forearm, but his upper arm is still hidden. She wants to pull his sleeve up but she’s afraid to touch him.
“I thought it was too dangerous to try to get rid of the tattoo,” she says.
Lance scoffs, “Did you really believe that? That’s the kind of story that tricks a naïve girl. A woman like you should know better than to believe in that fairytale nonsense.”
Each word feels like a cold dagger in her chest. If I’m honest with myself, I never even thought about getting rid of the tattoo, she thinks. Even though Lance and I are finished, I like having it as a reminder of him.
“Look at your face,” Lance sneers.
“I don’t believe in running from the past, Lance,” she says. “
