The Epic Blind Date with My Boss

There was a very large mirror in the bathroom.

She shed her outer garment and all her clothes until she was completely naked. Josie turned around, her back facing the mirror,

At her shoulder blade, there lay a birthmark akin to a cloud right in the middle.

Not only did it resemble Heather’s, identical in every way, but it was also in the exact same position, not a hair’s breadth off.

Josie stared at the birthmark for a long time, a memory suddenly surfacing from her childhood. She remembered chasing after Paul, asking, “Dad, why do I have a birthmark?”

Paul gently patted her head. “Do you find it ugly?”

“No, it’s just that I’m curious. Why do others not have it, but I do?”

she dared not wear overly revealing clothes. Even later, when she was in bed with Dexter, she always deliberately covered her back. When he asked

always respected her, never forcing

to finding your biological parents in the future. So, it could

stay with

laughingly called

each memory of the past, a pang of sorrow struck Josie.

her eyes again to see the birthmark on her back did she feel the reality of it all. This mark, which had been

remarkably similar we are. Even our eyebrows and eyes bear a

Mark and Claudia, she felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

at her identity all along, yet she persistently used all

time, anxiously knocking on

Clarity washed over her at that instant as the cold water flowed down from her head to toe. How could Heather replicate my birthmark exactly in the exact same manner when the only other person who knew about it was Pop? If I am real, why was Heather able to pass the DNA

his eyes, her breathing suddenly becoming heavy. Someone has tampered with it. Heather alone couldn’t have done this. How many people does she