He wasn’t looking at me. He was staring at the waitress.
“She has the same spot,” he said.
He pointed to his cheek. “The same little dot — right here.”
I turned and looked. The waitress — her name tag said Tina — had a small brown birthmark under her left eye. The same one Ben had. Same color, same shape, same place.
For a moment, my breath caught. I brushed the thought away — coincidences happen — but something about her face, the tilt of her eyes, the curve of her smile… it all felt strangely familiar.
A Question That Changed Everything
We left quietly, stepping into the cold. I knelt to zip Ben’s coat when I heard quick footsteps behind me.
“Ma’am,” a voice called.
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