The man in it looked uncannily familiar. He was 26, had darker hair than my son, broader shoulders, and a rougher look around the eyes. But something about his face struck me hard.
The shape of his jaw. The curve of his smile.

The man in it looked uncannily familiar. He was 26, had darker hair than my son, broader shoulders, and a rougher look around the eyes. But something about his face struck me hard.
The shape of his jaw. The curve of his smile.
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