“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?”

you’re wondering why I look exactly like Hannah Moore, aren’t

Bryson stayed quiet.

didn’t wait

Hannah’s

deliberately, trying to gauge Bryson’s

Bryson’s face remained

you look like

I believe

Maryam stood, moving closer.

a good look

I have no connection to

really her sister, what are

Maryam came even closer.

I was taken away

in this dark place ever

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

.

growing up, living freely

I’ve always been jealous.

how you used to be together but not

if

reached out, attempting to caress

you still

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