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Grace had settled into town and was almost through setting up her small, rundown apartment. She had found cheap furniture at thrift stores around town and managed to make do without using her credit card which meant there was no way of tracking her. She was finally coming to terms with the fact that this new town, Charming, was her new home and her old life was in the past. However, there was something that was a constant reminder of her past life that she had to see when she looked in the mirror everyday.
That morning she had gotten and decided enough was enough. She was done looking at the scar on her side that constantly reminded her of that night. So making a decision that was unlike her, Grace found herself in the town’s tattoo parlor. As the door rang to let the artist know someone was inside, Grace instantly recognized the artist. It was the man on the street when she was moving in who had so generously offered to help her and she so rudely and defensively refused. Her jaw tensed and she pressed her lips together. “I um-... I was wanting to get a tattoo that would um-...” Clearly Grace was nervous. “Cover a scar..” Her voice cracked and she clearly it slightly. “Is that uh-possible?” She asked him. “Are you the only one here?” The scar started on her side to the left and above her belly button and went all the way up to right under her breast. Because of her history she would have felt more comfortable with a female artist.