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

almost perfectly like a lily. Dark at the center, lighter at the edges.

I had spent 15 years beside that woman. On beach vacations, at swimming pools, on lazy mornings, through sunburns and massages.

That mark had never been there.

I stared long enough for her to notice.

“What?” she asked.

I pointed.

“The birthmark.”

She frowned. “What birthmark?”

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