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

lifted her head, and I stopped breathing.

I was looking at Alma — or someone who was Alma.

She stared toward the camera without seeing me, and I could see with absolute certainty that she had my wife’s face.

If that was my wife — then who was the woman who looked exactly like her, currently living with me?

I shoved back from continue reading …