Elyssa tilted her brows, looking at the strange woman uncertainly for a while.
“No madam,” the uncertain look on her face slowly faded to somewhat pity. “You seem to be mistaken me for your missing daughter. I’m not her but as long as she's somewhere in this place, we will help you find her.”
Lowering her gaze back to the food, she picked up her fork and continued eating, a little bit on the edge from the woman’s proximity.
“No,” the strange woman insisted, leaning forward and tucking her locks behind her ear to see more of her face. “It is you. Charlene…My Charlene.”
Elyssa dropped her fork angrily and it clanged noisily on the plate. She tried to shake off the woman’s touch, her lips pressed firmly together in suppressed annoyance. Who was this strange woman and why won’t she let her
