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I ink it into his skin When I’m done, I hold up a mirror so he can see it

He frowns "Well, that’s not very original," he says He looks at me

I take the mirror away so that he has to look down on it from above "Oh, holy hell," he says

When he looks down, he sees the anagram from the other direction, and it reads my real name Only he can see it, and that’s hoant it Janet When he looks down at it, he sees the name Janet, but when everyone else looks at it, they’ll see Friday, which is what I want them to see Paul is the only one who knows all rabs oes wild "I love you so fuckingme love you"

I kiss hione froone frohter, but she nos that we’re rock-solid and ill be It’s not because of the tattoo; it’s just because of the way I love him And the way he loves me

"Who’s next?" Paul calls out

Paul takes sorin at him and he winks back at me

All I had to do was let hi hiet the call The call that has the potential to change our lives forever

Saet ready to play ball Sah to see Pete o Sao to him All we know is that his future is not certain, and we’re scared senseless Sam

Paul’s knee jerks in the cab We left Henry to return the vehicles to the rental company and to return the kids he cas His hand is shaking too much to answer it I take his phone, answer it, and listen for a minute "He’s okay," I say over the top of the phone My heart stutters

Paul lets his head fall back against the seat and blows out a breath

"He got a nasty bu up the phone when I lose the connection "Terrible fucking signal out here"

He jerks his head up "What did he break?"

"They didn’t say And the call dropped"

"You didn’t ask?" he barks at s that he’s alive, asshole," I say I throw his phone at him

He reaches over and takes my hand and squeezes it I let hi And he’s scared

"He’s okay?" Paul asks

"He’s okay," I say again

But we don’t know anything about what happened, yet We won’t know anything until we get there