“No, Mom. I know him!”
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Before I could stop him, he ran.
The other boy looked up as Stefan approached. They stood face-to-face, staring. Then the boy reached out his hand. Stefan took it.
They smiled at the same moment, the same curve in their mouths.
I forced myself to move toward them.
A woman stood nearby watching. Early forties, tired eyes, guarded posture.
“Excuse me, ma’am, this must be a misunderstanding,” I began carefully. “I’m sorry, but our kids look incredibly similar…”
She turned toward me.
And I recognized her.
The years had added faint lines around her eyes, but I knew that face.
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