There was a small, crescent-shaped birthmark.
I looked at him in confusion.
“This? This is what scared you so much?”
Mark nodded.
“Tyler had one in exactly the same place. Exactly the same shape.”
“Who is Tyler?”
Helen suddenly walked over to the door and closed it.
That movement frightened me more than anything she had said.
Mark sat down in the chair beside my hospital bed.
“When I was eighteen, there was a girl. Her name was Rachel.”
I froze.
In eight years of marriage, Mark had never once mentioned that name.
“We were together for almost two years. Then Rachel got pregnant.”
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I felt something tighten inside me.
“Are you saying you had a child?”
Mark silently nodded.
“A boy.”
Helen began to cry.
“We named him Tyler,” Mark continued. “I was there when he was born. I held him for a few minutes. And that’s when I saw the mark.”