Don't Touch The Bride
He avoided the topic, like always.
I didn’t push him.
Instead, I reached for his hand, running my fingers over his wrist, and my breath caught.
There, inked just below the veins of his wrist, was my name.
Cheryl Cho-Sunhee Han.
He got a tattoo?
Mr. Han hated tattoos.
"That’s my name," I murmured, tracing the letters.
"Yeah," he said, watching me carefully. "Got it done about a week ago."
A lump formed in my throat. "I didn’t even notice," I whispered. "Thank you."
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