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I squinted. And there it was. A tiny brown birthmark on her left cheekbone, just like his. Same color, shape, and spot.
I felt something shift in my chest. The curve of her nose… the shape of her eyes… even the way she frowned slightly while she worked. Suddenly, I wasn’t seeing a stranger anymore. I was seeing pieces of Ben… mirrored.
When she came back with the check, I tried to act normal. I smiled politely. “Sorry if we were a bit loud. We’re heading out. My grandson noticed your birthmark, that’s why he keeps staring.”
She glanced down at Ben, and her eyes lingered. I saw something flicker across her face… confusion, maybe recognition. Maybe it was pain.
She walked away without a word.
Outside, the cold slapped us in the face. I knelt to zip Ben’s coat when I heard quick footsteps behind me.
“Ma’am.”
It was her. The waitress.
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