The warmth of his arms encircled Alice, filling her with a sense of security and comfort. She hugged him back, laying her head against him and inhaling the velvety sweetness of his scent.
Her only regrets were not being able to save Wyatt and not being able to see Axel again. She could only hope that the children had found their way to safety after she had fallen into this well of memories.
She referred to him as a father figure. It had to mean that she was her. She was the real Alice, and she remembered him. Remembered who they were to each other.