I thought meeting my daughter’s fiance would be a normal family dinner. Then he walked in looking exactly like Leo, the boy who vanished from my life after prom in 1985. When I saw what he carried, the past I had buried came back asking for the truth.
The first time I saw my daughter’s fiance, I dropped the serving spoon because he had the face of a boy who had vanished from my life in 1985.
It wasn’t a resemblance, not the kind where you say, “He reminds me of someone.”
Julian stood in my doorway, holding flowers and my daughter’s hand, and for one awful second, I was seventeen again. I was standing under gymnasium lights while Leo smiled at me like the whole world had narrowed down to us.
“Mom?” Lila asked. “Are you okay?”
“He reminds me of someone.
I looked down. Mashed potatoes had landed on my shoe.
“Well,” I said. “I suppose dinner wanted to introduce itself first.”
Lila laughed too quickly. Julian didn’t. He just stared at me with those dark, careful eyes.
Leo’s eyes.
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