Ivan
"She can't be older than Nefera or Taylor." My father looks at the woman we discovered was named Quila. We found her name branded on her arm with three other tattoos. All of them had similar ones. "You're saying she's all their mother?"
"That can't be." Vince shook his head, pointing to the young man on the table beside Quila. "He's got to be nineteen."
"Well, he's sixteen." Grabbing the boy's arm, Trevor shows everyone the rings under his elbow. "See these? They act like rings on a tree. Each represents a year, and he's got sixteen. Quila here has thirty-five."
"How... she doesn't look that old and... but..." Taylor was trying to make sense of something I could barely wrap my head around, but I couldn't deny the truth. "She had him when she was what? nineteen?"
