What Separates Me and You novel Chapter 337

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—

A terrifying suspicion arose within her mind. She turned to Seth, hoping to attain the truth from him.

And yet, he was still lighting those dratted 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.

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

She had been five when she first visited the Alvarez family.

At that time, 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 once more.

She'd always thought she still had a home to return to, that the people she loved were waiting for her there.

But now, Seth was telling her that she didn't, that the cold, rotting corpses below the two headstones in front of her were her parents.

She had no home after all.

"I'd wanted you to remember this yourself. I wanted to see the regret 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 faster than you could register them.

"Whatever. There's no hope left for you to be anything but a waste of space.

"Who asked fate to have me indebted to you Vances."

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

All she knew was that she no longer had a home, that the home she'd been dreaming of, her parents—they were all gone.

To have her hopes and dreams shattered in the swirling ashes from the candles was truly merciless.

Seth, to his credit, had completely calmed down as she cried. He rearranged the candles once more when a pair of arms clasped around his wrist.