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-

She turned to Seth, hoping to attain the

from him.

still lighting those dratted candles calmly, entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have

have been drained, her body crumbling

she

remember constantly hoping, constantly waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She had thought that they would find her again. One day she told herself. One day,

–

thought she still had a home to return to, that the

her that she didn’t, that the cold, rotting corpses below

had no home after all.

yourself. I wanted to see the regret on your face, to see you pay for 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

There’s no hope left for you to be anything but a waste of

fate to have me indebted to

daze. She was unable to speak through her tears, and she hardly understood his

knew was that she no longer had a home, that

shattered in the swirling ashes from

down as she cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a pair

turning to look

if she yearned

her

her to place this

dropped helplessly. “Who-” she signed, “Who are

smile that graced his face upon beholding her fingers that’d long frozen stiff was more ice than warmth.

for you to

only his lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the curtain of hair

his previous words desperately.

said something about being

owed them, then he couldn’t be

he wasn’t her brother, who

to this man’s. identity and who he was to her. But even as her head throbbed incessantly, even as she clutched her hair and leafed through

from the agonizing assault of her own mind, but… nothing. There

course, her memories

and grabbed

wanted to know who he was-she needed

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