What Separates Me and You

Chapter 337

Chapter 337 Let This Be Your Punishment

Lewis did not react. His stance remained firm, unblinking.

Josephine, on the other hand, was greatly panicked. She rushed forward and grabbed Seth’s forearm, shaking her head frantically.

Her franticness coaxed a sneer from him, his bone-deep resentment awakened by her concern for that man’s safety.

“What did you find?” Lewis asked suddenly.

Seth’s gaze was cool. “Why should I tell you?”

Lewis raised his arm, pushing his dagger away. “It’s getting late. Let’s finish up here.”

Dissatisfaction coated Seth’s every move, even as he sheathed his dagger angrily. He yanked Josephine toward him, pushing her in front of the tombstone.

Josephine staggered all the way to where Seth wanted her, the photographs stark in her vision. Compared to the foreignness she had felt earlier, an indescribable emotion she couldn’t quite identify seized her.

Her chest felt unusually tight.

Lewis watched their silhouettes silently, turning to walk away.

He found an abandoned pavilion and leaned against its pillar, igniting a cigarette as he lost himself in his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Seth knelt in front of the tombstone and gestured for Josephine to come closer.

“Kneel here,” he said in a low voice as he lit a few candles.

Josephine frowned, confusion marring her features.

Seth, however, was entirely preoccupied with the task at hand.

“Can’t you read?” he said distractedly.

It was then that she turned her attention to the inscriptions carved on the headstones. Joseph and Elizabeth Vance, it read.

Vance-

Her eyes widened abruptly, and she leaned closer to examine the man’s photograph. Vaguely, she thought she felt a familiar sense of recognition between those brows.

Her breath quickened.

Could it be-

Could he be-

terrifying suspicion arose within her mind. She turned to Seth,

from him.

dratted candles calmly, entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from the flames

have been drained, her body crumbling

when she first visited the Alvarez family.

did remember constantly hoping, constantly waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She had thought that

–

she still had a home to return to, that

telling her that she didn’t, that the cold, rotting corpses below the two headstones in front of her

no home after all.

the years of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be nice to be you. Not only do you never seem to remember

left for you to be anything

have me indebted

She was unable to speak through

that the home she’d been dreaming of, her parents-they were all gone.

her hopes and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the

completely calmed down as she cried. He rearranged the

to

gazed at his face intently, as if she yearned to

for her

allowed her to place this man’s identity in the cavernous space of her mind.

she signed, “Who are

fingers that’d long frozen

That’s for

and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the curtain of hair that fell

previous words

being indebted to the Vances.

them, then he couldn’t be her brother, could he?

he wasn’t her brother, who

even as her head throbbed incessantly, even

even the slightest inkling of information from the agonizing assault of her own mind, but… nothing. There was nothing in

her memories

through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once more. Her

needed to know how they were related.

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