Seeing Toby Knight brought one word to mind: betrayal. It wasn't a breakup. It was a betrayal.
"Since you're an ex, I'll give you a discount. Go ahead, pick a pattern," the woman said with an air of generosity.
"No, thank you," Maya Hayes said, turning to leave.
Even if Toby was her ex-boyfriend, he couldn't possibly know where she wanted a tattoo. And what would she get in exchange for showing him? Pity? Ridicule? That was the last thing she