Noah saw the look on her face and he frowned again. He licked his lips and raised an eyebrow, his eyes down on his salt-crusted boots.
"The 13th," he said, wiping his face with a gloved hand. He didn't want to see her take it in. If her reaction to the month was anything to go by, he didn't want to know... Because there was no way. Even if by some strange, cruel, very sadistic twist of fate, she did have Macy's birthday, there was still no way. And the fact that his heart hoped for it and prayed for it made it all the worse.
He cleared his throat again. He felt like he had to clarify - just in case.
"But, like I said, she would definitely be older."