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

prickled.

“That’s what I was thinking.”

She kept looking at it.

Then she laughed — a short, forced sound.

“Maybe it was always there.”

“No.”

“You could have missed it.”

“I didn’t.”

Her eyes met mine in the mirror.

For half a second, I saw panic.

Then it was gone.

“Maybe the sun brought it out.”

“A birthmark?”

“Or a skin spot. I don’t know, Victor.”

Her voice sharpened.continue reading …