She turns around and takes off her jacket with a slowness that drives me crazy. I look for a brief moment for what she wants so much to show me and there, I see it, at the bottom of her back. Without even realizing it, I leave the door to gently approach her.
I have a strange pulse in my heart, and every part of my body, like a pinball. The tattoo is still protected by a transparent bandage and her skin is a little red.
“What kind of plant is that?” I ask in a muffled voice.
“... ivy.”
My eyes carefully examine every detail of the tattoo. The climbing plant must have some mystical meaning, knowing Kate. It forms an artistic “C” in the middle of her back which could also be the guard of what looks like a sword, without really being one since it ends with an arrowhead. It’s as if the pla
