Chapter Four: Two Su Mians

“A man forces her to falsify deaths, and you still let men define my crime.” My double smiled. “You two deserve each other.” I moved closer. Her skin had pores, red vessels threaded her eyes, and the faint scar at the end of her left eyebrow matched the one I had received at seven. But water dripped steadily from her coat. Each drop became a black filament on the floor and crawled back up her ankle. “Did you break He's fingers?” “He broke them himself. I only let him see the dead whose names he erased.” “Whose blood was on my cuff?” For the first time, she looked away. “Not someone you should ask about yet.” An elevator began descending. Basement level two had been closed for years, but the indicator counted down toward us.