“Dad…
look at her shoulder!”
Confused, I glanced down and saw a large tan-colored birthmark on Carolyn’s right shoulder — a mark I’d seen many times before, shaped vaguely like a butterfly. What was he seeing that I wasn’t?
“Tim, this isn’t the time,” I whispered desperately, feeling the eyes of every guest boring into us.
Tim stepped forward, his voice shaking. “Dad, there’s a girl in my class called Emma with the same type of birthmark, similarly shaped, in the same place.”
The chapel fell silent.
I could hear someone cough nervously from the back row.
“And I remember reading that those types of birthmarks usually run in families. They’re genetic,” Tim continued, his voice growing more confident.
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