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TOBIAS' POV

I am sitting at my desk, filing paperwork. I hate doing it, but it comes with the job. It's May now and Chicago is starting to warm up, bringing another summer. I have grown to hate summer because they remind me of her. Of Tris.

There's a knock on my office door and I shake my head to clear it. "Come in," I call out.

Amar walks in with a device in hand. "Four, it's your mother," he says as he hands it to me.

I push a button. "Evelyn?"

"Tobias, I need you to come down to the orphanage right away." She sounds hysterical – and not in a good way.

"Whoa, whoa, Mom. I can't just leave," I reason. Amar rolls his eyes at me.

"Tobias, you are your own boss. Trust me: you want to come down and see her."

I don't bother asking who this "her" is. I just sigh. "Evelyn, I can't make every stray a pet or every orphan my kid."

"I'm not asking you to adopt her. Only to see her. Just come, please?" she begs.

I groan to myself. "Amar and I'll be there in seven minutes."

The other side is silent and I toss the communication device to Amar. We get in my truck, but I let him drive.

Sometime during the last 16 years, Amar has taken the role of my personal body guard. His job isn't to protect me against others – I can handle myself – but he protects me from myself. He's made it his own personal mission to keep me in check. When I first started running Chicago, I nearly worked myself to death. Everyone close to me noticed and Amar took over. He forces me to go home every night at 5:30 on the dot. Not a moment over. At first, it was annoying, but now I'm grateful. His stubborn scheduling keeps me healthy.

Six minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of the orphanage. It's one of the few standing buildings in the Abnegation sector. When Evelyn first returned to the city and opened it, it was busy. Too busy. All of the children were from the different factions whose parents died because of Jeanine or because of misfire or whatever other sad means. Eventually, children from the Fringe starting flowing in. I helped Evelyn for as long as I could, but I couldn't handle it.

After Tris died, I didn't meet anyone that I wanted to be with. Everyone – and by everyone, I mostly mean Zeke – expected that Christina and I would end up together because we've both lost someone we love. Granted, I like her a lot more now than I did when I first met her 17 years ago, but only has a friend. She's just a really good friend.

Amar and I walk in and I see my mother sitting at the front desk. Caleb's son, Andrew, is sitting next to a young girl, whose long, curly hair covers her face. She starts to look up right as Andrew stands, blocking my view of her.

"Evelyn," Amar starts in greeting.

"Amar," my mother says, nodding. "Son." She turns to me.

"Evelyn," I say back.

"Hey, Amar. Hi, Four."

I smile. "Hey, Andrew."

He takes his place next to Amar. I was glad when Andrew told me he wanted to be a cop. I made sure Amar and George kept good care of him. Honestly, he reminds me more of his aunt, the amazing woman he'd never get to meet, more than his father.

I turn to Evelyn. "Why did you call me here, Mom?"

She swallows nervously. "Tobias, look right over there." She gestures the girl.

I turn towards her slowing.

The first thing I notice are her eyes. They're a stormy blue and they command my attention. But I've seen those eyes before. "Tris?" I whisper as I take a step forward. "What the –" I turn back to my mother. "Evelyn, what is this? Who is this?"

My mother looks me straight in the eyes. "Her name is Six."

I tense. Of course, it had to be my nickname for Tris. I steal a glance at the young girl. She's a near spitting image of the woman I fell in love with all those years ago. I notice that she shrinks back a little against my gaze before sitting up straighter. She's not afraid of me.

"Tobias," my mother whispers, bringing my attention back to her. "She has your nose."

I scowl and look at her quickly. Her hair is a dark blonde and is curly. And Evelyn is right, Six has a hooked nose, just like us. I feel the color rush out of my face, but I keep my expression impartial. "Hello, Six. My name is Tobias." She nods curtly. "How old are you?"

"I turn 16 next month. How old are you?" she replies feistily.

I give her a smile, but it's forced. "I'm 35." I shut my eyes really quickly. Okay, next month is June, which means she would've been conceived in September, nearly 17 years ago. That's when Tris and I – oh my God.

I snap my eyes open. "Evelyn, can I take her to see Cara?"

Mom hesitates. "Only if she wants, Tobias."

I look at Six pleadingly. She raises an eyebrow at me. "Who and why?" She sounds bored.

"My good friend Cara, who's a scientist. I would like her to run some genetic tests on the two of us."

"Again I ask. Why?" she says sassily. She looks scared, though, like she already suspects my answer.

I hesitate. How can I explain something like this to a complete stranger? "Because, Six… God this sounds crazy." I pause. "I think you might be my daughter."