Alex's POV
My eyes shone both wildly and widely at what I was looking at, as I stepped back, very carefully and also as fast as I could.
My voice—I seemed to lose my voice, and every single time I tried to say a word, the harder it was to talk or even at best, to say the least, do anything.
I grabbed hold of a table as he began standing up, slowly, like a dead man rising from the grave, and how strange, for years I had thought that he was dead, and buried, but there he was.
The thought of it was maddening, and if I had been told this by any other person, I pretty much would have slapped them, twisting their brains to the better side, having them come to their senses because only mad people could cook up things like this as much as I could tell.
My mind could find no explanation.
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