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-

mind. She turned to

from him.

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

all the strength she possessed seemed to have been drained, her body crumbling weakly to

when she first visited

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

–

home to return to, that the people she loved

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

no home

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

hope left for you to be anything

me indebted to you

in a daze. She was unable to

a home, that the home she’d been dreaming of, her parents-they

in the swirling ashes from the candles was truly merciless.

she cried. He rearranged the candles once

to look

gazed at his face intently, as if she yearned to carve

what it took for her to

time nor effort allowed her to place this man’s identity in the cavernous space

“Who-” she signed, “Who are

smile that graced his face upon beholding her fingers

That’s for you

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

his previous words

said something about being indebted

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

he wasn’t her brother, who

anything-anything at all-to clue her in to this man’s. identity and who he was to her. But even as her head throbbed incessantly,

agonizing assault of her own mind, but…

of course, her memories with Lewis.

teeth through the pain and grabbed Seth’s

wanted to know who he was-she needed

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