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Disclosure
Meredith
I LOOK DOWN AT THE CAPTAIN lying there beside me oblivious to what I’m going through. And it hits me again, right in the solar plexus. There’s something odd about the Captain. But what? Something set me off. Something unsettled me. Knocked me for a loop.
Then it wallops me. His tattoo. It’s different. The horse has no forelock, only a mane. I blink rapidly unable to believe my eyes. But when I look again the horse is there – still with no forelock. How could that be? Has it washed off? Impossible, the inks are indelible. Has it been surgically removed? I examine it carefully but there’s no evidence of that. His skin is too smooth.
My head is reeling. I can’t make sense of it. How can a tattoo change like that? The world as I know it has shifted beneath me. I mus
