“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?”

wondering why I look exactly like Hannah Moore,

Bryson stayed quiet.

didn’t wait for Bryson

Maryam, Hannah’s real

sister” deliberately, trying to gauge

face remained unreadable,

you look like

should I believe anything

Maryam stood, moving closer.

good look

you really think I

really her sister, what are you doing

Maryam came even closer.

were born, I was taken away and

in this dark place

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

.

her growing up, living freely

I’ve always been jealous.

you used to be

almost as if

out, attempting to caress his

know you still have

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