When She Was Good (Cyrus Haven, #2)

by Michael Robotham

I know the various theories about tattoos, but mine are not meant to reinforce my identity or facilitate reflection or celebrate a core belief or make me stand out. I don’t see them as a badge of rebellion or defiance or attention seeking or alternative living, any more than they are a sign of low self-esteem or masochism. I do not seek to belong or to protest or to be part of a culture, and my body is not a billboard or a message. The needle is my escape and my salvation. The needle turns art into suffering and suffering into art and speaks to nobody except me.