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.

where our usual place is too," Steven replied in a low voice

stubbornly held onto him. "I'm not doubting your judgment. But look at the one inside.

exactly

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

Carlson we know, would she come here exposing herself voluntarily? Would she make such a big fuss, announcing

she figures

say something but Steven impatiently interrupted him, "From the moment she

had intentionally set a trap, luring Yasmin into the

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

muttering under his breath, "You made me

the brightest," Steven retorted, pushing Joel's

Joel's youthful pride couldn't allow Steven to play mysterious. "Are you planning to play along with Yasmin's

gasped and asked, "Did I just play a part in your flirting

blabbering?" Steven furrowed his

youngsters say it nowadays. You're getting old, you

and found me sobbing

whispers, only hearing Joel's sarcastic remark about