Benjamin exclaimed, “You think she’s Samantha?”
At the sound of this, a wave of resistance swept through Brad’s entire being.
“How could that be possible?” He tried to deny it, though the same thought had already crossed his mind—and he hated it.
Benjamin pressed his lips together slightly, his hand resting on the armrest of the wheelchair. “She’s coming to give me acupuncture tomorrow at three. Whenever Samantha shows up, Amanda is never home. Do you really think that’s just a coincidence?”
Brad clenched his fists, a chill radiating from him, a suffocating pressure filling the room.
Benjamin continued when Brad said nothing. “What if they really are the same person?”
A flicker of emotion flashed through Brad’s eyes. He looked up sharply at Benjamin.
“Do you… like her?”
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