“Oh, my God. Graham…it’s…” “Do you like it?” Her eyes glistened. “It’s amazing.” She looked down at her foot. “It’s exactly the same as mine.” “Of course. Tig did it to match.” She traced the area around my tat as she examined the tattoo placed strategically over my heart. It was Soraya’s name written out in script. Underneath the letters was a smaller version of the same feather design she had on her foot. “I thought the feather was the perfect accent to your name. Our story might have been different if I hadn’t been able to use it to identify you back when we first met. I’m very thankful for
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