I spent my morning attempting to read my emails while avoiding the mirror.

Every time I walked near it, I couldn't help but stop and look at my mark.

It was beautiful. It was more beautiful than any tattoo I'd ever laid eyes on. When Mason texted me that he was coming to pick me up, I hurried to get ready to go to work.

Jamie had understood my lack of a vehicle but I needed to look into getting the VW Bug fixed.

Mason let himself inside, and seeing him walking into ...