not noticed a resemblance?
Did it not cross your mind?”
His eyes—my eyes—scan
my face. It never occurred—
I mean, I saw her mom with a baby,
once. You, I guess. But I thought he—
you—she said—Oh my God.
Why didn’t anyone ever tell me?
“Why? What would you
have done? Married her and
played house for a while?
Look, I don’t expect anything
from you. My grandparents
adopted me, gave me a great
childhood. Better than you
or Kristina ever could have.
I just thought you ought to know.”
OUR EYES LOCK
Green-marbled gray
to green-marbled gray.
But really, there’s not
a whole lot more to say,
except, “Why did you
come back
here?”
He shrugs. This is home.
My mom died two
years ago, but my dad
still lives in Fernley.
Blood is thick, you know?