My chest strikes with anger, my eyes as wide as saucers. He's lying. He's a f*****g liar! Sobbing, I look down, my eyes falling on my tree line tattoo on my arm, and the saying, “Learn to get lost a little bit," striking me in the chest like a thunderbolt.
My eyes widen, my heart fluttering with hope that my being here is temporary.
“Then explain this," I ask through gritted teeth. The belts jingle as I tug my tattooed arm in his direction.
The man looks down at my tattoo, his thick caterpillar brows inching inward.
“You like to travel. It's in your file. I assume you thought desecrating your body would make you feel more adventurous." He shrugs, folding his hands in his lap.
My jaw drops, that little bit of hope I had in my chest snuffed out. Adventurous, that sounds like a load of c
