"What?" Amy thought she had asked out loud but her voice had been inaudible. She wasn't sure if she had him well.
She looked at him from head to toe, scrutinizing every part of him but that only confirmed it was him. This was Micheal so what was he saying?
He chuckled out when he saw the way she was looking at him.
He tsked, "I don't know if I should blame you, but for you not to recognize a guy who had you dated for years is appalling." He hissed.
"What are you saying?" Amy cried out in frustration. What was he saying to her? Wasn't he Micheal? If he wasn't then who the hell was he? And how did he get his face? Amy didn't understand.
"What I'm saying is I'm not Micheal. Micheal is dead and your mother killed him!" He roared back.
Amy felt like cold water had been poured on her as she stiffened, completely forgetting about the device tied to her waist.
