“Where did you come from? A fairy tale?” I blurt. Loudly. “Mr. Von Hagen,” admonishes the teacher, several students turning their heads. “Sorry.” I assume Marlow is going to be horrified by my outburst. Instead, she waits until the class returns to the lesson, before giving me her attention again. “Did I come from a fairy tale?” She reaches over and traces the back of my hand with her index finger. “I was wondering the same thing about you.”
