Ha. Life really is made of coincidences. Jane, you were right. The dirt and cocoa powder theory… you could seriously be a college professor. Our dear Jane.

“Priest, um… may I ask when your birthday is?”

“Huh? Mine? It’s in November.”

“November?”

“Yes. Ah, but… actually, it’s just the birthday the orphanage assigned me. I only know that I was born in winter—nothing more.”

Ding. It felt like a bell rang in my head.

A massive bell, shaking me to the core. The shock left my brain reeling.