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Chapter 28

           Hethoughtbacktothosebriefmomentswhenshe’dopenedhereyesrightafterbeingpulledoutoftheBox.

           They’dbeenblue,richerincolorthantheeyesofanyotherpersonhecouldrememberseeingbefore.Hetriedtopicturethoseeyesonhernowashelookedatherslumberingface,meldingthetwoimagesinhismind.Herblackhair,herperfectwhiteskin,herfulllips....Ashestaredather,herealizedoncemorehowtrulybeautifulshewas.

           Strongerrecognitionbrieflytickledthebackofhismindaflutterofwingsinadarkcorner,unseenbutthereallthesame.Itlastedonlyaninstantbeforevanishingintotheabyssofhisothercapturedmemories.Buthehadfeltsomething.

           "Idoknowher,"hewhispered,leaningbackinhischair.Itfeltgoodtofinallyadmititoutloud.

           Newtstoodup."What?Whoisshe?"

           "Noidea.ButsomethingclickedIknowherfromsomewhere."Thomasrubbedhiseyes,frustratedthathecouldn’tsolidifythelink.

           "Well,keepbloodythinkingdon’tloseit.Concentrate."

           "I’mtrying,soshutup."Thomasclosedhiseyes,searchedthedarknessofhisthoughts,seekingherfaceinthatemptiness.Whowasshe?Theironyofthequestionstruckhimhedidn’tevenknowwhohewas.

           Heleanedforwardinhischairandtookadeepbreath,thenlookedatNewt,shakinghisheadinsurrender."Ijustdon’t"

           Teresa.

           Thomasjoltedupfromthechair,knockeditbackward,spuninacircle,searching.Hehadheard...

           "What’swrong?"Newtasked.

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