“Second thoughts?” he asked softly. “A million of them. But that’s not it.” I hesitated. “I’m…I don’t remember what people look like anymore. Mom and Dad… They’re like blurred photos. And Ava. I know she’s beautiful and that’s all that sticks. And you. I can’t remember you, Lucien.” “It’s all right, my boy. I’m quite past my prime,” he said, trying to be light while I was suddenly stricken with a glut of emotion. A dam—one of hundreds within me—began to crack. I turned to Lucien, and before I could second guess myself or worry what other people thought, I put my hands on his face and looked at
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