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-

her mind. She turned to

from him.

the darkness that seemed to have descended around

have been drained, her body crumbling weakly to the

been five when she first visited the Alvarez family.

didn’t remember much, but she did remember constantly hoping, constantly waiting for her parents to return and take her home. She had thought

–

still had a home to return to, that the people she loved

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

home after all.

see you pay for the years of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,”

for you to be anything but

fate to have me

sat down on the ground in a daze. She was unable to speak through her tears, and she hardly understood his words.

she no longer had a home, that the home she’d been dreaming of, her parents-they were

and dreams shattered in the

cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a pair of

stilled, turning to

she yearned to carve his appearance

for her

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

helplessly. “Who-” she signed, “Who are you?”

graced his face upon beholding her fingers that’d long frozen stiff

am I? That’s for you to

her question fueled her distress. Josephine stared deeply at his profile, but only his lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the

recalled his previous words

something about being indebted to

then he couldn’t be her brother,

if he wasn’t her

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

inkling of information from the agonizing assault of

of course, her memories

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

he was-she needed

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