"Mr. Schmidt, her name is Zora—just an ordinary girl who can cook a few good dishes. Nothing special. Maybe it was too dark that night and you mistook her for someone else,” Carl said.
Barry still looked suspicious. Had he really mistaken someone else for her?
Impossible.
“No. Something must’ve gone wrong,” Barry was sure he hadn't been mistaken.
Carl chuckled nervously, “So what exactly went wrong? You think she was swapped out for someone else?”
Barry frowned, recalling that night. The lighting in the backyard had been dim, but he’d clearly seen Amanda’s face as she passed by. The two women weren’t even wearing the same outfit.
“No switch. But I know what I saw.”
Carl wisely kept quiet. It wasn’t smart to dig himself into more trouble.
Barry still couldn’t swallow his anger. He c
