He’d papered the walls with black-and-white photos of his various projects, the favorites from his career. But one tattoo he’d turned into a red, neon sign. The script was simple and clean. Two hearts. One beat. The day Elora had gone with Zain to get his eagle tattoo, Axel had told them the story about that sign. His very first paying clients had been his grandparents. Axel had inked Two Hearts over his grandfather’s heart. And One Beat over his grandmother’s. They’d both been diagnosed with cancer the prior year. Chemotherapy hadn’t worked in either case, so before they’d passed, they’d
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