Morgan Benson tugged at the corners of his mouth, and the faint smile that remained was still stiff, "Just call me Morgan Benson..."
Tara Summer nodded, staring at him without speaking.
Morgan Benson fell silent for a moment before he said, "Right, the reason I came to see you today is to ask about Emily Stone... I know she's your best friend. Don't worry, I mean no harm! It's just that when I saw her for the first time yesterday, I thought she looked a lot like someone in my family! ..."
"Your family?" Tara Summer's breath caught, and she clenched her fists tightly, a hint of nervous tension rising within her, "Emily... she looks like someone in your family!?"
"Yeah, I have a sister who went missing at the age of three. Although it's been over twenty years, Emily Stone really does resemble her, and there hasn't been much change!" Morgan Benson frowned, his hands tightly gripping the armrest of the sofa.
