It was more like learning how to live beside the pain.
But some memories never leave you.
Especially the small ones.
Howard had a birthmark just below his left ear.
Small. Oval-shaped. Uneven around the edges.
Every night before bed, I used to kiss it while tucking him in.
Even after all those years, I could still picture it perfectly.
I just never expected to see it again.
It was a busy afternoon shift when he walked into the café.
A young man, maybe nineteen or twenty years old.
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