Kevin hated cilantro. He also had a habit of doing things in a very particular way, so he always had to line up the cilantro neatly.He did it so naturally that I could hardly believe my eyes.I stared at him, trying to find even the smallest clue that he was pretending.But there was nothing.The way he held his utensils and even the way he blew on his food were exactly the same as my dead son, Kevin."Dad, why aren't you eating?" he suddenly asked.I swallowed hard before answering, "I'm not hungry.""Dad, where's Mom? Why didn't she come to pick me up?" He asked the question in such an innocent voice while eating his taco.My heart sank when he mentioned Mandy.After Kevin died, Mandy blamed me for not taking good care of our son. She divorced me, and we had lost contact a long time ago."She moved overseas."After he finished his tacos, I took him back to Harmony Heights.It was an old apartment complex. The motion-activated lights in the hallway were broken, so they kept flickerin
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