"What are you saying?" Jasmine felt as though she had been struck by Sinos' words.
"The most plausible speculation." He shrugged. "Nothing fits the puzzle more than this—at least not yet."
She sank into thought and shook her head in denial. "I've seen part of my past from the memory stone before. She cradled me when I was a newborn."
"That doesn't prove that she gave birth to you." Sinos heartlessly shattered her hope.
No matter how she wanted to deny it, he was right. Dairon had lived with his human parents right from the day of his birth—but they were not his parents.
She hoped he was wrong, and her hand squeezed Dairon's. "What should I do?"
"I suggest we go to the mountain village where you were born. There has to be someone who witnessed your birth." His head hurt when he imagined her reaction later. "Forget it. I will accompany you."