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Wynona Kirk cried when she saw her baby boy for the first time.
As she lay on a medical shuttle’s biobed, curled around her tiny little baby, she cried again. There was a mark on her boy. A mark that showed where his soulmate would first touch his skin with their own.
Her own mark was a dark thumb and forefinger on her hip where her shirt had ridden up on that fateful day. George had wrapped an arm around her waist and the rest, as they say, was history. It burned underneath her medical gown now. The pain a harsh reminder that her mark was slowly bleaching itself bone white. Within three days, the change would be complete. The burning would last about a week, then fade. But it would never be gone completely.
Her mark would always be sensitive to the touch.
Her son’s mark was the pale pink of an unactivated soulmark. And he was born with it already in place. It meant that her son’s soulmate was older. Otherwise the mark would’ve appeared later. She traced the mark with her fingers, sobs choking her. She gently turned her baby’s head. Tears streaked down her face. The pale pink mark completely circled his neck. There were blobby offshoots on the sides. As he grew, the mark would stretch with his skin and would become clear and distinct. But what touch would wrap all the way around his neck, completely uninterrupted?
Wynona Kirk’s soul screamed into the void for the other half of her soul. Screamed in pain, and loss, and loneliness. Screamed in rage, and defiance, and fear. It wasn’t fair.
Her son’s soulmate would try to kill him some day.
There was no other explanation.