Becky’s POV
Walking through the crowded streets, attempting to clear my head, the city felt different. Stress and uncertainty have spun over the last few days. Following the warehouse confrontation, I had hoped for some calmness, but the tension never seemed to release.
Turning a bend, I bumped into someone. I raised my head to find a woman with a steely, frigid expression. Lydia said. I tried to place her and my heart skipped a beat. She looked familiar, but from where I couldn't really remember.
"Becky!" Lydia spoke with a mixture of contempt and bewilderment. "It's been quite some time."
I wrinkled and looked back into my recollection. "Do we know each other?"
Lydia started to expand with annoyance. Of course, we do. We had known each other before. How could you possibly forget?
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