Skye tilts her head, assessing me. “What’s with the tattoo.” She points to the one on my neck that says ‘GONER’. “Umm . . .” I rub my fingers across it. “I got it when I turned eighteen. It was kind of a fuck-you to the kids who used to bully me back in school. They’d always tell me I was a goner, so I decided to own it.”
