For a moment, it was as if time itself stood still.
VANESSA.
He called her by her true name. f**k, did he know?
But he couldn't have possibly known that it was her, right? It was definitely impossible!
Vanessa laughed, but it sounded strained even to her ears. "Sir, are you talking to Mrs. Lauder's grave?"
He must be, it was the only believable explanation. How could he think that Joanna was her? She was inside the body of another person. Kiran would definitely not be able to see through her disguise.
"...your eyes."
Vanessa blinked. Ah? My eyes?
"The taste of your cooking, and your handwriting. It's definitely you."
One's an event, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern. Kiran moved his eyes away from the gravestone and stood up. He looked down at the unfamiliar face staring
