Can’t leave it alone
Emma nodded quietly and let the topic slide. It was common for people to keep the meanings of their tattoos private. Rationally, she knew it wasn’t unusual. But the numbers clung to her thoughts like glue. Even after the man left, she couldn’t shake them. They echoed in her mind like a tune she couldn’t stop humming. “19-36 122.” The sequence repeated endlessly as she welcomed the next patient, forcing herself to keep her composure.
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