“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?

Bryson stayed quiet.

woman didn’t wait for

Maryam, Hannah’s

“real sister” deliberately, trying to gauge Bryson’s

Bryson’s face remained unreadable,

you look like

believe anything you

Maryam stood, moving closer.

good look at

think I

you’re really her sister, what are you doing here?” Bryson

Maryam came even closer.

I was taken

trapped in this

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

.

growing up, living freely

I’ve always been jealous.

you two, how you used

almost as if she was

reached out, attempting to caress

still have feelings

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