You Only Live Once
Would you save a life if it meant ending your own?
“Why do you have a tattoo of a nine on your wrist?” She asks, lacing her fingers through my own.
“I dunno,” I shrug. “Been like that ever since I was born. A birthmark, I guess.”
“Oh, look at the kids!” Lila shrieks with mirth. She points to a gaggle of costumed children on the other side of the…


