Chapter 3
Bailey
Getting a tattoo on the inside of my wrist hurts more than I expected. The artwork is exquisite: the iconic “Catrina” Day of the Dead skull is coming out exactly how I drew it, only better, because now it’s forever inked on my body. Catrina’s name is on a little banner below it.
But the pain. Holy crap. It’s all I can do not to tear up while the guy works over my wrist, and my whole body’s trembly and weak.
But it will be worth it. I needed to do something to memorialize her, and I hadn’t figured out what until I saw Rayne’s little paw print.
I sit in a chair in the front window of the little tattoo parlor. I guess they like to show their clients off to the world. Like I don’t already feel like I’m living in a fishbowl in Wolf Ridge. Rayne lounges in another chair bes
