At first, it meant nothing.
Then he turned slightly.
And Dawn felt it before she understood it.
A mark near his left ear.
Small. Oval.
She had traced that same mark with her finger when Jamal was a baby.
Her chest tightened.
She leaned closer to the screen.
The eyes.
The way he smiled — slightly uneven, familiar in a way that made her hands start to shake.
She didn’t breathe for a second.
Then she replayed it.
Again.
And again.
The man on the screen went by the name “Miles Carter.” At one point, he laughed at a comment and said, almost casually, “My mama used to call me Jay… short for Journey. Guess I never stopped moving.”
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