Honoring her memory
“We moved in after that,” Edgar continued, “and this place became our home. Later, I had the tattoo inked on my arm to honor her.” He rolled up his sleeve slightly, showing the mark proudly. “It matches hers exactly, because I wanted to keep her memory alive. The tattoo wasn’t random, Emma. It was my way of tying her to this house—and to me—for as long as I live.” His words lingered.
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