“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? Aren’t you curious

Bryson stayed quiet.

woman didn’t wait for

Maryam, Hannah’s

sister” deliberately, trying to gauge

remained

you look

believe

Maryam stood, moving closer.

a good

you really think I have

you’re really her sister, what are you doing

Maryam came even closer.

I was

been trapped in this dark place ever

leave or come and go as I please, but I still hear

.

growing up, living freely in

I’ve always been jealous.

you two, how you used

turned softer, almost as if

reached out, attempting to caress his

know you still have feelings

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