My Wife Returned from a Weekend Retreat with a Birthmark She Insisted She’d Never Had

back.”

I handed her the small mirror from the dresser.

She turned toward the larger mirror and angled the smaller one behind her.

The moment she saw the mark, the color left her face.

She touched it carefully. Almost fearfully, as though she were just as surprised as I was — or had forgotten it was there.

“I’ve never had that,” she said abruptly.

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