Chapter 21

"Why are you dressed like that again? Do you want me to have Leonard knock some sense into you?" "Oh, come on. It's called fashion. What would you know?" In the crowded terminal, Hannah Thorne and Annabelle were laughing and bickering as if no one else existed. Samuel straightened his back and pulled his hands out of his pockets. He stood frozen in place, staring at them. The woman who had haunted his dreams for years was now right in front of him. He was terrified that if he blinked, she would disappear again. Even as tears blurred his vision, he didn't move an inch. However, those two eventually turned and continued walking forward. Samuel snapped out of his daze and hurried after them. Panic surged through him, and he nearly stumbled a few times in his haste. "Annabelle!" Just like in the countless dreams he'd had over the years, Samuel walked over and grabbed her wrist. But this time, Annabelle didn't vanish at his touch. Her warm, solid body remained firmly in his grasp.