Evelyn’s POVI crashed into him, grabbing him, reaching for his face, his body, desperate to make sure he was real.The warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips sent a jolt of relief through me.He was real.He was alive.He sat on the couch, head tilted slightly downward, eyes closed, as if he were
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