My eyes immediately go to her clavicle where the words are written in light script. It’s dark, only the light from the fireplace and the string of tea lights illuminates the patio so it’s hard to make out. “When did you get this?” “A few weeks after you left.” She leans down to give me a better look and while I assumed it had to do with me, I wasn’t expecting it at the same time. In script, it says, “after all this time?” and just beneath it, “always.”
