“Wait! Sewell Mitchell!”

At the mention of his name, Bryson’s hand on the doorknob paused.

He looked back at her, his gaze intensifying in the dim light.

The woman kept smiling.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.

It turns out I know a bit about your past.

Bryson moved closer to her, his tone icy.

“What do you know?”

“I know plenty, just not sure where to start.

The woman, now only a few steps away from Bryson, gestured for him to come closer.

“Come here.

Bryson hesitated, freezing in place with his guard still up.

“Who are you, anyway?”

I look exactly like Hannah Moore, aren’t you?

Bryson stayed quiet.

wait for Bryson to

Maryam, Hannah’s real

“real sister” deliberately, trying to gauge

face remained unreadable,

look

believe

Maryam stood, moving closer.

good look

I have

really her sister, what are you

Maryam came even closer.

we were born, I was taken away and brought

trapped in this

come and go as I please, but I still hear news

.

growing up, living freely in

I’ve always been jealous.

you used to be together

as if she was trying to charm

out, attempting

still have

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