Comparing it
Every tiny detail aligned perfectly—the spacing, the dash, even the type of numbers. Emma froze in disbelief. What were the odds? How could her patient and grandmother both bear the same tattoo? She couldn’t rationalize it. Slowly, she reached into her pocket, pulling out a folded scrap of paper. Earlier, she had scribbled the numbers before they slipped her memory. Hands trembling, she unfolded it and laid it against the photo. They matched perfectly.
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