i survived (an abigail hobbs story)
Abigail would fill this life with all of her. She would honor every part of herself. Every scrap. Every scar. Abigail got a tattoo over the remains of her ear, a feathery sunburst that spread up into her hair and dripped down to coil along her spine.
The tattoo artist brushed soft fingers over the scar tissue and said, "This will hurt, love. Scars are more sensitive than undamaged skin."
"Yes," said Abigail. "I know."
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