That hope was breaking out of that secret room now. Slowly, tenderly, Dash kissed the fingertips of the watchmaker’s daughter, right there where time began. Fingertip by fingertip, brick by brick, that room in her heart opened up. A perfect swirl of purest joy. Deepest fear. Longest hope. And truest, dearest Dashel Greene. “I’m here now,” he said. “If that’s okay with you.” His eyes were wide, waiting. Looking a little like the lost boy again . . . all grown up. And this time, it was her turn to find him. With a heart filling, she pulled his hands to her lips, and kissed the fingers that
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