“You have pictures,” Isabela says, voice barely audible. I glance down at where my tattoos are now visible. “Yeah, I have lots of pictures.” Her eyes light up with glee. “You like pictures?” She nods, and then Ryan answers. “She likes coloring them in. Ethan and Zach let her color in their tattoos because Dad doesn’t have any.” I look down at my arms. One sleeve is full color, whereas the other is black and gray, but there’s plenty there for her to fill in. “Do you want to color mine in?” I ask her. Wordlessly, she nods softly, then slides off the couch, still hugging her elephant tight to
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