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An attorney’s missing husband reappears as the incarnation of her semi-comatose client. |
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Prologue Emma turned back and looked at Alex again. She paused, perplexed. The eyes that were hazed and unfocused a moment ago seemed to be looking straight into her soul. Their eyes locked in a mutual connection that sent chills through her. He looked as if he was pleading with her, without words, his gaze searching her face for some hint of recognition. “Alex?” She spoke softly. Without knowing why, she stroked his hair. A burning fire seemed to emanate from within the eyes that were lifeless a few moments prior. Alex Kramer was speaking to her, she could feel it. She was so overwhelmed by the force of his spirit that she almost turned away. But she could not, because she sensed his need. So she leaned in, putting her ear to his lips. “What is it, Alex? Tell me.” Emma. A breath of air caressed her ears. Did she hear it, or just sense it? “I’m here, Alex.” Help me. She gazed at him, searching his face, and their eyes met again in a mutual recognition of something deep beneath the surface. Somehow she knew him in this moment. The sadness, the hunger, the longing, and the despair ricocheted through her in waves of sadness and revelation. Alex Kramer was speaking to her, but not with words. Emma stroked his hair, his cheek, and then very gently took his hand. “Alex. I want to make this right. Tell me how to make this right.” Desperation filled her. What a stupid thing to say. This could be made right. I…love…you. |
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