Revenge After Death

"What do you think?" Joel asked Steven, who remained still, watching Yasmin's departing figure.

Hiding behind the door, my heart raced with anxiety.

I feared Steven would doubt me for who I was. The growing unease consumed me, worrying that I might be suspected and unrecognized.

Was this how Steven had felt? When I doubted and questioned him, and even misunderstood him...

Clasping my hands tightly together nervously, I pondered how to convince Steven to believe me.

However, my memories failed me. I had forgotten too much, unable to recall Steven or anything from our time at the orphanage.

Joel was right; I wasn't smart enough, perhaps even foolish, always causing trouble for others. Nevertheless, I still had no idea of what kind of person I was in the past; Yasmin probably knew better than me. Overwhelmed by fear, tears welled up behind the door.

"Are you listening?" Joel asked, furrowing his brows at Steven's silence. "Obviously, that Yasmin looks more like the real thing."

"Then, you might want to calm yourself down with some shit," Steven snorted coldly.

"Steven Lincoln, quit with that attitude," Joel said, a little worked up.

our

not doubting your judgment. But look at the one

"That's exactly why she's

bewitched." Joel frowned. "Love makes people blind,

make such a big fuss, announcing her existence? Not to

she figures that

"From the moment she showed a strong sense of competition, she

intentionally set a trap, luring Yasmin

convinced Yasmin that she was Stephanie Carlson with hypnosis, he could

didn't you say it earlier?" Joel frowned, muttering under his breath, "You made me look like

brightest," Steven retorted, pushing Joel's

more?" Joel's youthful pride couldn't allow Steven to play mysterious. "Are you planning

and asked, "Did I just

are you blabbering?" Steven furrowed his brows, unable to

You're getting old,

Steven entered the house and found me sobbing

hadn't quite caught their earlier whispers, only hearing