Aria
“My mother had a tattoo,” I say to Dahlia as I secure Evan in his car seat in the back. “It was a butterfly with me and my sister’s name written beneath it.”
“That’s … Uhm … interesting, I guess,” Dahlia looks at me as if I completely lost my marbles.
“She loved my father until they died, but she refused to add his name,” I continue explaining as we get into the car. “She said that no matter what happens, we will always be her children. However, her husband’s name can change. My father could pass away, and she could remarry. But even in death, her children’s status would never change.”
“That’s very wise,” Dahlia smiles. “I will keep that in mind if I ever consider a tattoo.”
“My point, Dahlia, is that Harvey is your father, and nothing can change that, not even death,” I look at
