“Mom.” I whispered, making my way toward her, I glanced at her hand, I knew I had seen that tattoo somewhere, I knew my memory could not be wrong, I just had no idea it could be on her.
“What’s wrong Aria? Why are you looking at me.” She smiled, her eyes met mine before it directed away to her shoulder, the tattoo decorated her shoulder, there was more to it. I realized all the time she was here, she had long sleeve clothes on, the only thing I had seen her without a long sleeve was when we came to take her away from William’a captivity, it happened to hastily I did not have a good look at the tattoo, this could explain why I was unable to remember this.
“Can you raise your shirt up please?” I whispered, she looked at me with confusion written all over her face.
“Do you like the tattoo?
