Anton jumped as the voice sounded so close to her, her heart pounding loudly.
“Wil–” she stopped herself before his name slipped out.
Swallowing hard, she blinked up at him, her heart settling down.
‘He was real,’ she realized, her eyes scanning his features, tiny tears pricking at their corners.
‘And he still looked the same.’ Her heart swelled with gratitude.
“Sorry,” his voice, deep and clear just as she remembered, rang out.
“Did I scare you?,” he asked, a smile on his lips.
“Erm, no,” she turned around, blinking away the unshed tears and facing the board.
“Really?” He leaned in from the side.
From her side view, she could see him studying her expression.
“You look red,” he said.
“I'm not,” taking a step to the side, away from him, she added. “I'm fine.”
“I'm taking th
