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“What? You saw your father?”
“Yes, I-I felt him; I-I didn’t see his face, but I felt him, Novah. My eyes were closed, and we had our foreheads leaned together, and I told him I would. I was promising him something, and I told him I loved him too, that he was everything to me too,” he says, getting overwhelmed with emotion and stuttering, tears welling in his eyes.
I get on my knees and straddle him before pulling him into a hug, causing him to cry. “This is a good thing. It means you're getting your memory back and I'm happy for you, my love, but how sure are you that it's your father you saw?” I ask him, confused since he said he didn't see his face. How does he know it’s him? He pulls back at that and looks at me. “I called him father in the dream and he
