CHAPTER TWO
It was all a puzzle to Sarah, one there seemed no answer to. She mentioned it to her aunt, but she dismissed it as a coincidence.
‘But even her fiancée thought I was this other girl,’ Sarah frowned.
Her aunt shrugged. ‘It was dark in there; it was probably just a case of mistaken identity.’
‘It feels weird to be so like another person.’
‘Maybe you aren’t really,’ Aunt Brenda dismissed. ‘As I said, the lighting probably wasn’t very good in this club you went to. Mr. Thorne’s girl-friend probably has blonde hair too, and in a bad light maybe you do have a resemblance to this other girl. I should forget about it, Sarah.’
‘I suppose so,’ she sighed. ‘Although it might be interesting to see this Mary Lindley.’
‘Is that her name?’
‘Edward says it is,’ she nodded.
‘I—Oh, damn
