“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?”

exactly like Hannah Moore, aren’t you? Aren’t

Bryson stayed quiet.

woman didn’t wait for Bryson to

Maryam, Hannah’s real

deliberately, trying to

remained unreadable,

you look like

I believe anything

Maryam stood, moving closer.

good

think I have no connection to

if you’re really her sister, what are you

Maryam came even closer.

I was taken away

in this

as I

.

her growing up, living freely in

I’ve always been jealous.

how you used to be together but

turned softer, almost as if she was trying to charm

reached out, attempting

know you still

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