It was his face.
It was a face I had seen every single day of my life whenever I looked into the mirror. The same sharp, square jawline. The same deep-set, dark eyes. The same slight crook in the bridge of the nose.
It was his face.
It was a face I had seen every single day of my life whenever I looked into the mirror. The same sharp, square jawline. The same deep-set, dark eyes. The same slight crook in the bridge of the nose.