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LUCAS’ POV.
“No, I don’t know her.” I replied, and was technically saying the truth, or maybe it was a half-lie and a half-truth. He asked if I knew Emily, but I didn’t. She was still a stranger to me. I knew her identity, which made me a liar, but apart from that, I knew nothing about her. Her personality, where she lived, where she worked. I didn’t know anything about her, so that passed as the truth.
“Why did you ask?” I asked, and he sighed.
“It was just something about the way she stared at you when she first saw you. It was like she was seeing a ghost. She couldn’t hold your hand properly. Like you guys knew each other, and she was shocked to find out you were my Uncle. When I told her you were my Uncle, that was when she stepped backwards, and succeeded in pushing the heirloo
