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I could only gape at him. His confession clung to the air like a cold moist fog and it settled on me uncomfortably. A mark. A soul bite. My mother's request. Me. The narrative made no sense the minute I'd brought myself into the mix. There was no way this was about me. Or so I wanted to believe but I couldn't deny the oddities in my upbringing and