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Chapter 30
Is This Real? I open my eyes when I hear footsteps and then I see him. All of him. Just like in the portrait, he has the same clothes; the same youthful look. His emerald eyes catch mine and suddenly it feels like I would sacrifice everything to never have to leave him again. "You are beautiful," he says, touching the side of my face and instantly I want his approval. I can't speak because this house, his voice, my want for more is overwhelming. It's as if Atticus knows when he reaches for my hand, pulling me closer to him, that his touch helps. I feel like I'm looking at a beautiful sculpture and the second I take my eyes away, he will disappear. So I don't. I simply stare at him, completely in awe. "Do you remember me?" he asks, gazing into my eyes. "I don't understand," I whisper,
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