Hank swallowed the lump in his throat as he closed his eyes. Again the vision of Emma swept into his mind. But this time her features seemed less clear. “No!” he screamed aloud. The thought of losing her image startled him. Concentrating, determined to find her face, his brows pinched together—and then it came, the clear points of her chin and cheek bones. “There you are,” he whispered.
He needed to hold her, if only in his memory, she mesmerized him so, she always had. From the very beginning she’d taken his heart and soul.
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