A Price for Humiliation

On our tenth anniversary, Evan Rodger and I decided to tattoo each other's names on our chests.

After the tattoo session, I woke up with my head still feeling groggy.

To my dismay, I found the words "Old Crone" tattooed in a bold font across my chest.

Upon noticing the way my expression dropped, Isabel Hawthorn, who was the tattooist, snickered, "You’ve been dating Evan for a decade, but he still hasn’t registered your marriage together. What does that make you if not an old crone?"

I smashed the mirror on the spot, which spewed broken shards in her direction.