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"You look familiar."
The words slipped out before Jenevieve could stop them.
The woman paused halfway through signing the viewing form.
Then she smiled.
Not surprised.
Not confused.
Almost... amused.
"I was wondering how long it would take."
Jenevieve frowned.
"Take for what?"
"For you to recognize me."
A chill crawled up her spine.
"Have we met before?"
The woman's gaze lingered on her face for a moment too long.
"No."
The answer came too quickly.
Too smoothly.
Then she tilted her head.
"But you've seen me before."
Jenevieve's stomach tightened.
"Where?"
The woman laughed softly.
A beautiful sound.
Dangerous somehow.
"If I told you now, you'd think I was lying."
She stepped past her, stopping just long enough for her shoulder to brush Jenevieve's.
The contact was brief.
Electric.
"Don't worry, Jenevieve."
The use of her name made her freeze.
"I think you'll remember soon."
Jenevieve turned sharply.
The woman was already walking away.
"Wait."
She stopped but didn't look back.
"Who are you?"
For the first time, the smile vanished.
And when she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper.
"That's the same question I've been asking about you."
Then she walked away, leaving Jenevieve standing alone in the empty house, wondering why it suddenly felt like everything she knew about herself was wrong.