The exact same
Emma’s eyes widened, her heart thudding as she looked closer at her grandmother’s arm. Unlike hers, this tattoo wasn’t temporary. It was permanent, solid, stark black ink. The numbers were etched clearly on her skin, positioned just above her forearm. “19-36 122.” The exact same series Emma had seen earlier that day on the patient’s arm. Her mouth went dry. Shock rattled through her. This was no coincidence. Her grandmother had carried that number too.
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