Each year, my son planted sunflowers in memory of his twin sister who passed away—then one morning, we discovered them all cut down, with a white box left behind.

disappoint him.

It would make him lose Lily all over again.

The next morning, we looked at the photograph in the cold daylight.

This time my mother noticed it first.

“Where’s Lily’s birthmark?”

The room went silent.

I took the picture from Patrick and looked closer.

Lily had a small crescent-shaped birthmark near her collarbone.

The girl in the photo didn’t.continue reading …