Chapter 16

So Cecilia finally put down her fork and knife, picked up her phone, and typed a few words before handing it to Edmund. "Why are you staring at me?" Edmund had been watching her intently, increasingly convinced that she resembled Cecilia, so he blurted out, "You remind me of someone I used to know." Someone from the past? "Who?" Cecilia didn't bother typing this time. Instead, she borrowed a pen and paper from a nearby waiter and wrote the question. Edmund clenched his hands, then smiled bitterly. "My wife." Perhaps because the person in front of him was so much like Cecilia, Edmund let down his guard completely. He poured out the pain he had buried in his heart for the past year to the woman across from him. "I loved my wife deeply, but I made a terrible mistake because of some slander from outsiders. In the end, it cost her her life in a fire. "Since then, I've had the same dream every night. In the dream, I always manage to grab her hand in the flames, but she pulls away an