My son and my best friend’s son had the exact same rare birthmark – I thought my husband had betrayed me, but the truth turned out to be far worse.

He had made sure they would look, in some warped way, like they belonged to us.

My throat closed up.

Marisol asked, “Do you need a minute?”

I said, “My father did this.”

She didn’t ask me to explain, and I will always be grateful for that.

That night, I spread the papers across the dining table at home.

Ben walked in, saw my face, and stopped.

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