My Child Laughed And Said Dad Was There Until I Looked Closer

her arms overhead.

Her shirt lifted. It was enough to show me everything I needed to see.

A fine-line black ink portrait of a man with a dimpled smile, almond-shaped eyes, a strong jawline, and an aquiline nose. It was Brad. My husband’s face was tattooed on my best friend’s body like a private shrine.

I couldn’t stop staring at it.

Behind me, from outside,continue reading …