“Ms. Rose, could I have a moment?”
“Hi, Theo,” I said. “We’re glad to have you.”
Theo shifted from foot to foot, eyes flicking everywhere. Then he tilted his head, a tiny, careful movement, and offered a small, lopsided half-smile.
That’s when I saw it. A crescent-shaped birthmark, just beneath his right eye. My body recognized it before my mind did — like grief had learned to read faces.
Owen had the same one, same place.
A crescent-shaped birthmark, just beneath his right eye.
