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Chapter Thirty-Five: The Fulvio Dream
Silvia POV
"Silvia?" says Fulvio, running his hand through his hair and looking around. "Where are we?"
"He can't see us," whispers Darius. "I think you might need a private moment here."
Before I can say anything, he waves his hand and he and Luka fade. They have not vanished completely. It is as though they are both behind dark glass. I see them moving like shadows behind the glass. Darius sits in a chair near Luka, just watching him as he works. Luka hunches over his drawing board, then sits up straight, grinning at his work. He seems completely unaware of his father sitting just a metre or so away.
I turn back to Fulvio.
"A garden," I say. "Or maybe a plantation? I'm not sure. Why are you here?"
"I don't remember," he says.
He takes a step toward me. "I just suddenly had this feeling that I had to be near you. May I?" He stretches out his hand toward me. I place my hand in his and he pulls me toward him.
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