JJ
I dreamed about the old tattoo shop that night.
Nothing terrible happened. Kinsley sat at her station with one foot hooked around the base of her stool while she argued that my lunch order was ridiculous. I told her having vegetables on a sandwich did not make it ridiculous. She told me pickles didn’t count as vegetables when I ate enough of them to qualify as a medical concern.
Then she stole one.
That was it.
The dream belonged to a time before Havoc’s affair with her changed the shape of every memory I had, when I could look across the shop and see my best friend without wondering how long she had been lying to me.
Waking up hurt more because of that.
Nixx and Benny were already downstairs with Millie, and judging by the smell drifting beneath the bedroom door, somebody had ma
