PART 2 — THE MAN I THOUGHT WAS DEAD – News

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t even look at him.

My eyes remained fixed on the crescent-shaped birthmark beneath his collarbone.

A tiny mark.

A mark I had kissed once when we were young.

A mark I had memorized because, at nineteen, I believed I would spend the rest of my life with the man who carried it.

But that man had disappeared during a violent storm twenty years ago.

His name had been Alexander Bennett.