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The little girl looked a bit puzzled, but her mom gently pulled her over.
"Hey, don't go calling people old, honey."
"But Uncle Rupert isn't old! And his wife probably isn't old either," the girl replied innocently.
Sylvia's cheeks flushed. She quickly pulled her hand free from Rupert's and managed an awkward smile.
The girl's mom gave Sylvia a knowing look-she clearly understood, but didn't say a word. Instead, she chuckled.
"My husband and | run a little diner over by the university. You should cby sometif you're free."
"Thanks, I'd love to," Sylvia replied, feeling a warmth in her chest. She had been right about them—they really
were easy to get along with.
As the family of three walked away, Sylvia pressed her lips together, feeling like something important had
settled, but not completely. There were still so many questions from her past life—if so much had gone on behind
her back, who was she really supposed to blfor what happened to Stella and herself?
She turned to Rupert. "Uncle Rupert, what about Bridget and Caleb?"
"They're at the hospital," Rupert said flatly. "Bridget's face was badly injured, and her leg's broken. Caleb's in a
coma. He also got fired for forging signatures and overprescribing meds to patients’ families."
Sylvia's eyes widened. "Forging? Did he ever forge your signature?"
Rupert's eyes narrowed, suspicious. "How'd you know that?"
She forced a calm expression, though her hands twisted nervously behind her back. "Just a guess. He used to
imitate Chris, and Chris was your personal doctor."
Rupert's voice went cold. "Found two notebooks in his drawer full of my signature -looked like he was practicing.
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Sylvia froze. So she'd been right. In her past life, Caleb was the one who signed off on those surgery and death
forms.
But if that was true, how did Stella end up in their hands?
She was lost in thought when a shadow fell over her. Dry autumn leaves rustled in the breeze, and before she
could look up, she noticed Rupert's scarf-a familiar one, with a little hole in it.
Her heart skipped. In her past life, Rupert had never worn that scarf again. Was he afraid it would remind her of
painful memories?
A mess of feelings tangled inside her. She tried to keep calm, but her hand reached out before she could stop
herself. She poked at the hole, mumbling, "It's all frayed."
Rupert grabbed her wrist. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Sylvia, startled, realized how
intimate the gesture had been. Flustered, she blurted, "Uncle Rupert, your gearf's got a hole. | could knit you buy
you a new one, if you want."
She emphasized "buy," but Rupert only heard what he wanted.
He looked down at her. "You know how to knit?"
"No."
"Have you ever knitted for anyone?"
Sylvia glared at him, but his gaze was sharp, as if he already knew the answer.
"You knitted one foronce, didn't you? Why didn't | ever get it?"
Sylvia looked away, feeling guilty. Sometimes, being around someone this sharp was exhausting.
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college, knitting scarves had been all
the rage. She'd tried her hand at it fumbling her way through a scarf she'd planned to give Rupert. But the day
she was going to, Rupert announced he was dating Bridget. Sylvia ended up shoving the scarf at Naomi instead.
Now, here they were...
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