"You're not making any sense," Lily told Greer, as he stared in shock at the notebook in his hand. The more he read, the worse he looked. Lily shivered, wondering what could be so horrible.
"What do you see?" Lily asked, pulling the journal away from him. Then, as the page flipped back to the pig illustrations, something caught her eye. Blinking to make sure she wasn't seeing things, Lily took a closer look. When she looked up, she found Greer staring at the drawings, too, his eyes filled with renewed horror. He groaned as if in mortal agony.
“Oh my god,” Lily cried, tearing her sweater down to reveal the back of her shoulder to Greer. "What does it mean?" Her voice trembled as she held the notebook against her skin. The patterns of the pig's tattoo, three interlaced arcs, matched her birthmark exactly.
Greer shook his head, too overwrought to speak.
"Tell me!" Lily demanded, her expression raw. "I have a right to know." She charged Greer menacingly. "Tell me right now!"