It's her, it's really her, there's no need for any more evidence. Just from this, he knew that Mabel Quinn was the little girl who accompanied him all those years ago.
That little girl who brought warmth to his dark world, the girl he swore to cherish for life, the girl he was willing to repay with his life, but why... why did it take until now for him to realize?
Daniel Harris pounded his chest repeatedly, the kind of pain that had no outlet, with a bitter taste rising in his throat.
Ten years, ten years, what was he doing all that time? He thought he had found the most important person in his life, and then when the real her appeared before him, when she said she was 'Grace,' he chose time and again to trust his rationality, to believe in what he thought was true.
"Why did you plagiarize her book!" Daniel Harris glared resentfully at Lyra Grant, who was slumped on the ground. At this moment, the more intense his pain, the deeper his hatred for Lyra Grant.
