Day Fifteen…
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Abigail just stood frozen in her spot. She was reluctant to turn around and go to Nathan. Why was he calling her? Did he notice the similarity of their wounds?
Nathan squinted his eyes at Abigail when she remained still, unmoving. His gaze settled on her right arm.
'Why…?' Nathan's frown deepened. 'I think… It's just a coincidence.'
There was no scientific way to explain this. He convinced himself that this was just a mere coincidence. No deeper connection at all.
"I think… It's not my place to stay here so I should leave," Abigail said as an alibi. She refused to come closer to Nathan.
'If he finds out that the soul of the woman he hates the most is here… in this body… I am certain… he will do lots of things just to torture me…' Abigail began to overthink.
"You can wait for me outside," Nathan said. This time he didn't stop Abigail from leaving the room.
