Scarlett’s Point of View
My eyes widened as if they were going to bulge out; they must be playing tricks on me. Scarlynn was dead. I was there when she took her last breath. Then who is the woman in front of me? My stomach hardened. This wasn't a joke; she was right in front of me. I didn't even realize when my feet started moving or when I stood in front of her.
I lifted my hand to touch her face, but she pushed me away, and I stumbled a step back.
“Inspector, she is the woman who tried to kill me,” Scarlynn's words made me blink rapidly. “Not only did she try to kill me, but she stole my identity and my child too.” I gasped, trying to let her words sink in. What was she talking about? When did I steal her identity, and when did I try to kill her?
“It's true, Inspector,” my gaze land
