I tugged the sleeve of my tee over my wrist, suddenly acutely aware of the art I’d stolen from him already. As an artist myself, I’d always known it was highly unethical to steal his work the way I had, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. Once I had the koi fish inked around my belly, I was addicted. Now, I had twenty-two tattoos all over my body, each of which had originally been drawn by Henning’s hand.
