"Hello, Candice."

His voice is still so beautiful and I reach out to him. "How did you find me?" I don't know why I asked; I already know the answer. He's part of me now.

"You must come with me." It feels like cool fingers are tapping on my cheek.

When I push up on my elbows and look around, he's not there. I turn to look out the window and see the edge of the sun resting just above the horizon. I've been asleep for a couple of hours.

"Atticus?" I call ...