And no birthmark.
“This is your biological mother,” the detective said. “She had the same mark as you. She was identified by the birthmark.”
That’s when Hannah realized what the officer was saying. The birthmark had made her visible. After a lifetime of hiding it, of covering it, of trying to be invisible, the one thing she’d been ashamed of was the exact thing that had connected her back to the family she never knew.
The police had found her because of her birthmark. A cold case had been solved because a stranger had recognized a distinctive wine-colored birthmark on a girl’s face—and remembered a missing child with the exact same mark.
They weren’t looking to arrest her. They were looking to reunite her with a family she had never known—a grandmother she had never met, a legacy she’d never been told about.
The Gift of the Birthmark
