Yvonne Finley's gaze was indistinct in the dim light.
"Who are you?" Her tone was almost indifferent.
The other party furrowed their brows noticeably, as if having trouble accepting this fact. He took a few more steps forward, his face filled with incredulity.
"You've got to be kidding me. How can you not remember me, David Sanders?"
Yvonne Finley's eyes were cool, "Sounds vaguely familiar."
David Sanders' expression immediately fell, "Your aunt, Linda Sanders, is my cousin. Weren't we always playing together when we were kids? Have you even forgotten that? When you were living in my house's compound, you depended on me all the time..."
"I remember now."
Yvonne Finley's expression was calm, her tone clear and gentle, tinged with a piercing indifference.
Caleb Baker glanced at her thoughtfully, his sharp intuition caught the hint of…annoyance elaborating from her.