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-

suspicion arose within her mind. She turned to Seth,

from him.

entirely fixated on the flickering firelight in the darkness that seemed to have descended around

seemed to have been drained, her body crumbling weakly to

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

–

return to, that the people she loved were waiting for her there.

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

home after

the years of complacency you seemed to have greatly enjoyed,” he jeered. “Must be nice to be you. Not only do you

for you to be anything but

fate to have me indebted

the ground in a daze. She was unable to speak

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

and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from

she cried. He rearranged the candles

stilled, turning to

at his face intently, as if she yearned to carve his appearance into her

took for her to remember

place

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

her fingers

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

previous words desperately.

something about being

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

wasn’t her brother, who was he?

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, even as she clutched her hair and leafed through the remains of her mind, all she unearthed was a turmoil of anguish.

of her own mind, but… nothing. There was nothing in her mind-nothing but endless,

her memories

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

wanted to know who he was-she needed

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