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 Seth, hoping to attain the truth

from him.

candles calmly, entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around them. The smoke from the flames stung her eyes, but she did not look away.

been drained, her body crumbling weakly

five when she first visited

she didn’t remember much, but she did 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, she would be home

–

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

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

home after all.

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 anything, but you also forget things

There’s no hope left for you to be

have me indebted to

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

that the home

in the swirling ashes from the

calmed down as she cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a pair of arms clasped around

stilled, turning to look at her.

at his face intently, as if she yearned to carve

for her to remember who he

her to place this man’s identity

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

upon beholding her fingers that’d

am I? That’s for you

his profile, but only his lips and the tip of his nose were visible to her through the curtain of hair that fell

recalled his previous words

said something about being indebted to

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

wasn’t her brother, who was

her in 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 the remains of her mind, all she unearthed was

glean even the slightest inkling of information from the agonizing assault of

her memories with

gritted her teeth through the pain and grabbed Seth’s arm once

needed to know how

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