Ashton’s words were directed at Emery, though his gaze was on me.

I had this odd sensation that he was seeing someone else as he looked at me. Or maybe, he’s just like Emery and the rest. They see me as the dead “Scarlett”, yet they won’t let me become the real Scarlett.

Emery wasn’t a woman to be trifled with, but faced with Ashton’s firm demeanor, she could only agree meekly. “I’ll give you a proper explanation.”

She dragged me out of the room after that.

As we reached the door, Ashton’s deep voice rang out. “You may not be able to carry the burdens of another person’s life. Don’t overestimate your abilities.”

I heard his meaning loud and clear. I’m not Scarlett, and I don’t deserve her life.

 

Little did he know that his attitude only served to strengthen my resolve. I glanced at Gregory out of the corner of my eye, my emotions still a jumbled mess.

After leaving The Jade, Emery offered to drive me home.

 

I buckled myself in at an excruciatingly slow pace as I replayed the scene in the shop over and over in

mind was elsewhere. With one hand on the steering wheel, she began assessing the

I

it. If he had been convinced that you were impersonating Scarlett, he would have skinned us alive! Why would

close to

think so.” Emery shook her head. “You know what I think? I don’t think he didn’t recognize you at

knitted my brows

What the heck does that mean? Who else can take better care of her own child than

as she said, “It’s too complicated. I can’t explain it to you

ordeal, there was nothing useful I

mean by

believe his wife is still alive. Maybe he just can’t acknowledge that he had

really did recognize the wrong person. You saw it yourself.

my brows. I didn’t know if I was unable to figure out the truth or unwilling

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