“Can I touch you?” Josefine stares, surprised, and takes a few steps back. “Why?” That sounded better in my head. “Because I need to make sure this is real,” I pathetically admit. “I need to make sure my mind isn’t playing games with me. I—I know this sounds bizarre, but please. I promise I won’t make it weird. I just need to touch you. I need to know I’m not dreaming, Josie.”
