Re: [Club: Hannah and Caspar]
The moment the greeting was past her lips, she regretted it. She could've pretended and pretended, and they said the world was full of doppelgangers. She should've fled, run, not committed to a truth that wasn't truth. It wouldn't have even been lying if she said, no, no, I'm someone else and my name is something else and goodbye. But her head was tumult and confusion, and she was that girl at the altar all those years ago, dressed in white and thinking life was finally, finally going to be right. And there was a resemblance, here, now, between this man and the one who'd been waiting for her on that altar.
And for all that she talked about Marcus and what happened as if it was nothing, as if she was okay with it, as if she was strong, right now she was just terrified. Terror from fingertips to toes and clouding her head like New York smog.
"No!" She grabbed for his arms his wrists, his hands, desperation in clawing fingers. "No. Your dad doesn't know, and he can't, okay? He can't. You can't tell him. Please, Caspar, please. Okay?" That man bought and sold people, and he'd always had these marble eyes that reflected everything and absorbed everything.
She let go of his hands. "You can pretend you never saw me, okay?"