He looks at me and I all I can see is his father, Jack Mavis. I give a small smile. "You look just like him." "I'm told that often." Wren pauses. "He says that I look like my mother. I wouldn't know, though. He threw out all of her pictures." I clear my throat. I look at his face again and can only help but feel the mistake I've made. He looks around, hoping said father isn't listening as I talk to him in the cafe. "Y'know," I begin, "you're looking at her now." I think I hear glass shatter.