Watching Julia vanish out of my sight, I feel as though the world is crumbling beneath my feet. She's the girl. She's...the girl I caught at the last possible second all those years ago? That's where my sense of recognition came from. There was something about her glowing optimism and soulful hazel eyes that prodded my memory, but she's grown up and turned into a woman. My attraction to the woman blotted out recollections of the girl. Blotted out everything—especially my humanity. My decency. ...