JUNE THIRD
"I'm June Third. It was my eighteenth birthday the day I was brought to your home. I don't know my father or mother; they died when I was a baby, so I grew up in an orphanage home among fifty kids, all girls like me. I didn't know what boys looked like. Your father is the first nice man I've met, and you are the second. Although not always! But you're not like Colten." I swallowed, and he smiled slightly.
And then his brows gradually furrowed. He was staring through narrowed eyes, wanting more. I looked down at our hands.
"Reese, Gianna, and Hilary looked after us. We were taught English and math. Master said I need advanced studies because surprisingly math and English aren't the only basic needs of life. She named us by the calendar months, giving us our last names with num
