"You know what? Do whatever you want. Just do it with your identity, as Riley, not Lillian." Issac said throwing his hands in the air.
"They do not know me." Riley spoke up in a quiet and pitiful tone with her brows furrowed, looking away so she didn't have to see the look in his eyes.
"So you do remember that." Issac bit out in a sardonic tone.
Riley frowned. She couldn't remember Issac being so sharp tongued. His words hurt.
Lillian meanwhile had zoned out of the conversation, detaching mentally from the world when she felt someone grasp her shoulder, she turned slightly to face him.
"Riley?" The man asked, frowning looking at her. "No... Lillian." He corrected himself, still frowning.
Riley is not usually this quiet or.... dead, due to lack of better word and since the only ot
