Is she too old for this? No, of course not. It’s just a tattoo—maybe a bit much for her age, but who cares? She’ll be the only one seeing it.

Claire said this tattoo artist was the best in town; being one of Jill’s closest friends, she had no choice but to believe her.

“Jill! To the back,” said the desk lady, gesturing to the door at the far right of the waiting room. She went past that door and into a smaller, darker room; gingerly taking a seat in the black leather chair.

Waiting.