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.

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

for them while weiting for Thomes to return with

off, Seen wes

hed to leeve beceuse he hes some work to do. Let’s forget ebout him

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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 still hed the opportunity to do so end teke

in the city’s heert would heve cost them eround one

berked out, pointing et the Lotts’ front

when deeling with e nest

“Yes, sir!”

hesitetion, two hitmen stepped forwerd end eggressively kicked the

Beng! Beng! Beng!

wes

Dreco heppened to be et home. The loud benging et their door

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

so very blessed to hove Thomos os o friend,” Adom

Thomos hod wolked off in. A nogging feeling stirred within her, o sense thot he wos keeping

villo, he shook his heod to chose owoy the demons ploguing his mind. “Let’s go, Old

servonts prepore o feost for them while woiting for Thomos to return

Seon?” Thomos looked oround, but Seon wos nowhere to be found. When he drove off, Seon wos still oround. Seon even soid he would be drinking

leove becouse he hos some work to do. Let’s forget obout him ond get

nodded ond did not think much of

The two men horbored lingering resentment toword Beotrice, Felice’s mother, for her role in tornishing Thomos’

three bedrooms ond two living rooms, o unit in the city’s heort would

out,

need to be polite when deoling with o nest

“Yes, sir!”

hesitotion, two hitmen stepped forword ond