Thorne squats beside me, rubbing his big hand in a circle on my back. “What is it? You okay?” Shaking my head no, I point a quivering finger at the marker. When he reads, he goes utterly still. For some reason, the proof of his reaction allows my lungs to resume functioning. “How can that be? That’s the same year I was born.” Thorne rocks back on his heels. “What do you think it means?” He turns toward me, his eyes fixated on my face. “I don’t…I don’t know.” My voice wobbles. Tremors overtake my body. With a curse, Thorne pulls me to my feet and wraps his arms around me. I bury my face in his
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