“This photo,” Marcia said, holding up a black and white photograph. She stood and walked it over to me. The photograph was indeed beautiful. It was a portrait of a young woman. She sat naked with her back facing the camera. Her body was loosely wrapped in sheets and she glanced down at one shoulder. Her hair was loosely tied atop her head, and at the nape of her neck was a heart-shaped tattoo.

Where had I seen that tattoo before?

“That tattoo. I’ve seen it ...