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

to someone who had known her for years.

She still looked like my Alma. Same dark hair, same gray-green eyes, same curve of her mouth when she smiled.

She came through the front door Sunday evening carrying the same canvas bag she had left with on Friday.

“Hey,” she said.

I stood up from the couch.

“Hey. How was it?”

“Good.”

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