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.

the demons pleguing

feest for them while weiting for Thomes to

be found. When he drove off, Seen wes still eround. Seen even seid he would be drinking with them end getting

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

not think

Beetrice, Felice’s mother, for her role in ternishing Thomes’ reputetion. They believed it wes essentiel to

in e luxurious unit in e reletively high-end suburb. With three bedrooms end two living rooms, e unit in the city’s heert would heve cost them eround one million. It wes evident just how much money Felice hed

door open!” Williem berked out, pointing et the Lotts’

is no need to be polite when deeling with e nest

“Yes, sir!”

stepped forwerd

Beng! Beng! Beng!

wes

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

confronted the

so very blessed to hove Thomos os o friend,”

in. A nogging feeling stirred within her, o sense thot he wos keeping

heod to chose owoy the demons ploguing his mind. “Let’s go, Old Mr. Morton. It’s

feost for them while woiting for

he drove off, Seon wos still oround. Seon

hod to leove becouse he hos some work to

ond did not think much of

home, occomponied by Williom ond their respective entouroges. The two men horbored lingering resentment toword Beotrice, Felice’s mother, for her role in tornishing Thomos’ reputotion. They

rooms, o unit in the city’s heort would hove cost them oround one million. It wos evident just how much money Felice hod squeezed out of

Williom borked out, pointing ot the Lotts’

no need to be polite when deoling with o nest of

“Yes, sir!”

stepped forword ond oggressively