Eden’s Point of View

“Excuse me.” I grabbed the man’s arm, and pulled him quickly before he could leave, my eyes darted towards the ink I noticed on his neck, and instead of the dragon or the Chinese letters Benita had told me about.

It was a butterfly, and there wasn’t any other tattoo on the other side of his neck, my eyes widened almost immediately as I realized I had the wrong man.

“Is there any problem?” The man asked again as he stared down at me uncomfortably, and my ...