My Son Died in a Car Accident at Nineteen – Five Years Later, a Little Boy with the Same Birthmark Under His Right Eye Walked into My Classroom

Theo waved his fork, syrup dripping down his chin. "Ms. Rose! You came!"

He scooted over on the bench without being asked, patting the seat beside him like it belonged to me.

Ivy smiled and nodded to the empty seat beside Theo.

"We thought you might want to join us if you're not busy."

"Well, I do love pancakes. Thank you." I slid into the booth, smoothing my skirt.

"Ms. Rose! You came!"

Mark nodded, polite, already passing me the menu.

Theo leaned over, whispering like he had a secret. "Did you know they put chocolate chips in the pancakes if you ask?"

"Is that so?" I smiled, warming to him. "You seem like an expert."

He giggled, swinging his legs. "Mom says I could live off pancakes and coloring books."

Ivy rolled her eyes. "And apparently, chocolate milk. He'll bounce off the walls all afternoon."

"Is that so?"