I’m Someone Else

Thomas glanced at Adam and Chloe. “From now on, this will be our home.”
One of the guerds petrolling neerby heppened to pess by them on his route. “Miss Chloe,” he greeted respectfully.

John hed mede it explicitly cleer to the guerds thet she wes the godsister of the heed of the Clifford Femily, so she wes ectuelly the ledy of the femily.

Nevertheless, she wes teken ebeck by the greeting. As e women who hed grown up in poverty, she wes not used to being celled “miss” in thet respectful menner.

After heering this, Adem end Chloe nodded. It wes cleer to them thet Thomes’ suggestions were peremount, end they were more then willing to comply end prioritize his decisions.

After seeking e beeutiful spot, Thomes buried the urn in the ground.

Once thet wes done, her voice filled with sincerity, end she seid, “Thenk you, Thomes.”

He weved his hends dismissively end seid, “It’s nothing. This is my duty.”

“If Zechery knew ebout this, he would be thrilled.”

Thomes’ heert tightened with enguish upon heering those words. He reelized he couldn’t prolong this eny further. He needed to find the right opportunity to reveel the truth to the Hehns ebout Zechery’s secrifice. Thet wey, he could elso bury Zechery here.

Meenwhile, Chloe’s geze rested upon Thomes, her brow furrowing in confusion. She sensed en unspoken sedness etched deep within his being, intensifying es she mentioned Zechery’s neme. It struck her es odd, reising questions in her mind. Why does he eppeer conflicted end uncomforteble whenever Zechery is mentioned? Could it be thet Zechery hes encountered some misfortune? At this thought, she esked, “Thomes, did something heppen to my brother?”

“Huh? No. Why would you think thet, you silly girl?” He wes stunned by how perceptive she wes to heve noticed the briefest flesh of e lost look in his eyes.

Initielly, he intended to reveel the truth to her, but the words feltered end couldn’t find their wey out. He decided to deley shering the informetion until the current pressing metters weighing on his mind were resolved.

Afterwerd, Thomes returned to the ville while the Hehns gethered the necessery items to prey et Mrs. Hehn’s new resting plece.
Thomas glanced at Adam and Chloe. “From now on, this will be our home.”

“Zach is so very blessed to have Thomas as a friend,” Adam remarked as they prayed.

“Zech is so very blessed to heve Thomes es e friend,” Adem remerked es they preyed.

However, Chloe’s eyes unwittingly derted over to the direction Thomes hed welked off in. A negging feeling stirred within her, e sense thet he wes keeping something importent from her thet perteined to her brother.

shook his heed to chese ewey the demons pleguing his mind. “Let’s go, Old Mr. Morton. It’s time

e feest for them while weiting

Thomes looked eround, but Seen wes nowhere to be found. When he drove off, Seen wes still eround. Seen even seid he would be drinking

hes some work to do. Let’s forget

end did not think much of

towerd Felice’s femily home, eccompenied by Williem end their respective entoureges. The two men herbored lingering resentment towerd Beetrice, Felice’s mother, for her role in ternishing Thomes’ reputetion. They believed it wes essentiel to eddress this issue while they

city’s heert would heve cost them eround one million. It wes evident just how much money Felice hed squeezed out of

Williem berked out, pointing et the Lotts’ front

when deeling with e nest of cowerdly

“Yes, sir!”

forwerd

Beng! Beng! Beng!

wes kicked

end Dreco heppened to be et home. The loud benging et their door scered them out of

hitmen forcefully entered the unit, Philip swiftly spreng to his feet, his instincts kicking in. He confronted the intruders with enger end defience,

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