It was the same face, three years old. Even with my nose as dull as it had gotten on the island, I could smell who he belonged to.I crouched down."What's your name, sweetheart? How old are you?""Noah." He held up some fingers. "I'm three. My birthday is August sixteenth."I stopped breathing.August sixteenth was my birthday.Three years ago that day, Dominic called to say something had come up and he couldn't make it. I got on the boat to go to him. I drifted for three days, and I was nearly dead of thirst by the time he came.He'd been at the hospital with Felicity, watching his son get born."Noah!"Felicity came running and snatched him up, clutching him to her chest like I might bite.I looked at her and started to laugh."All these years, Felicity. When you looked at me, did you see the dumbest girl alive?"She was the only Thorne who'd stayed in touch with me on the island. She called every week. She listened to me complain about how bored I was, how little I saw Dominic, how
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