JJ
My hands were still shaky when I pulled on fresh gloves.
Marcy noticed.
“You really don’t have to keep going.”
I looked down at the unfinished tattoo on her arm. We had already completed the outline and most of the shading before Havoc appeared. There wasn’t much left, maybe forty minutes if I worked at my usual pace.
Through the front windows, I could still see the shape of him across the street.
For years, that would have been enough to end my day.
At the old shop, one look from Havoc could change how I held my machine. A slammed door behind me could stay in my shoulders for hours. Sometimes I would spend an entire appointment waiting for him to come back through the room, even after he had already left.
The memory lived in my body whether I wanted it there or not.
I flexed m
