She stood up to leave and he panicked. “No,” he said quickly. “Please stay.” “I am staying,” she said, fully smiling now. She pointed to the chair. “I’ll be right there –” “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I want you next to me.” She froze, her smile slipping as she frowned – as if she were unearthing a memory. Carefully, she sat beside him. “Cyrus,” she said, drawing the back of her hand down his cheek, this contact calming him at once. “Do you think you’re dreaming?” He felt out of his mind. “I don’t know.” “Sleepy boy,” she said. “This is not a dream. I’m really here. And I promise I’m not
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