And he wears the gray clothes of the Abnegation. “Marcus,” I whisper. “Here’s the part,” Four says, his voice shaking, “where you figure out my name.” “Is he . . .” I look from Marcus, who walks slowly toward us, to Four, who inches slowly back, and everything comes together. Marcus had a son who joined Dauntless. His name was . . . “Tobias.”
I KNEW IT
