Martin's surprise lasted only a few seconds before he regained his composure. "Sarah, you have a remarkable memory to recall all that after so many years," he said calmly.
Sarah sighed, "Your mother and I were friends. She was severely injured protecting the child she was carrying. I remember it vividly. Your sister was born different from other kids. Fair and plump with big eyes, just like your mom's. And that birthmark, shaped like a petal, made me cry. It felt like your mom left her favorite thing with your sister."
Leaving the doctor's office, Martin was haunted by Sarah's words. Sarah was his mother's best friend and her obstetrician. Her words rang true.
His sister had a petal-shaped birthmark on her back, a mark left by their mother. It seemed like a way for their mom to watch ov
