Eve had never had a tattoo in her life. Never even had a fleeting interest in getting one—she was far too indecisive to do something so… permanent. Jenny pointed. “The—your wrist tattoo,” she said. “It’s gone.” Eve looked down at her own wrist, bare skin. “Jenny,” Thomas interjected, “your aunt never had a tattoo…”
Maybe the other version from that reality switched places with Eve and is in Eve's reality RN walking around either hella confused or raising hell.
