My Husband Told Me to Remove the Tattoo My Granddaughter Drew for Me — Days Later, I Learned Why He Really Hated It

one look at me and seemed to know something was wrong.

“What happened?”

“Who is Celeste?”

He froze.

It lasted less than a second, but after thirty-two years, I knew his face.

“What do you mean?”

“Does Celeste have a bird tattoo on her shoulder?”

The color drained from him.

“Who told you that?”

“Did you kiss her?”

“Lorna—”

“Did you?”

He looked away.

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