While he traced the footprints of my stillborn babies, Leonor and Buchanan, I wondered why he was taking so long. Fear crept in that maybe my tattoo wouldn’t be finished. Then, through tears, he said softly, “Please don’t think I’m crazy… but my grandmother’s name was Leonor Buchanan. She just died.” I froze, overwhelmed by the staggering coincidence.
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