In my family, that color appeared in photographs going back three generations.

His left eyebrow rose a little higher than the right, just as mine did when I was puzzled.

His lips pressed together while he studied a stranger in his doorway.

I had seen children who resembled strangers before.

This was different.

My mind recognized a pattern before my heart could bear to name it.

“Who’s that?” he asked.

Lauren’s hand tightened on the door.