When I saw the name "Steven" tattooed on your left arm, I honestly don't know what to feel. I expected that. We talked about it. I knew it was going to happen, but I just didn't know it would be this soon. I didn't expect to see this today, while I'm so caught up with all my worries and stress about our son being sick. I've almost forgotten you have two sons. The other one, not mine. On your right arm, my little boy's name, and on the left... "Steven".
I know "Steven" is totally innocent. But I also feel that his name marked on your skin is also your betrayal marked on my heart, forever.
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