CHAPTER 17.1

ATTICUS

"MY NAME IS Atticus. And you are?"

The gentle smile on his lips still lingers. His hands stretched, waiting for mine to accept it. Hesitation crawled in my body but then I don't want him to feel bad so I eventually accepted his hand for a handshake.

"Ysobella," I uttered my name to fill his curiosity. But the moment our palms touched, something odd happened. It was a feeling of familiarity and in an instant, the fear I felt vanished.

Now I feel comfortable being around him.

"Do you mind?" he asked while pointing to the space next to me.

I gave him a simple nod. He sat beside me with contentment on his face. This man beside me kind of reminds me of someone but I can't point out who. He has this mischievous look, ebony eyes, and a well-defined jaw. His comb-over hair suits him well. He's wearing a dark blue long sleeve shirt and dark pants. But one thing in him that made my brow furrowed is his slightly pale complexion.

But his complexion does not make him appear sick or w