“You’re my what?” My voice cracks. “No, no that’s impossible.” I rake my hands through my hair in a frustrated manner. This is too much.
“I am, Dawn, as me anything about yourself and I’ll answer it,” He leans back in his chair.
I nod my head and try to settle down. “What did my backpack look like in the third grade?”
He smiles, shaking his head. “Trick question, you didn’t have one because your dad forgot to buy you one.”
I close my eyes, that’s impossible for him to know. “Okay, well you could know that from being in my class or something.”
He shakes his head. “There were only three boys in your class, and their names were James, Robby and Tyler. My name is Zandor in this lifetime.”
“Why do you have to change you name anyway?” I ask.
“It would be suspicious to have a sixteen year
