Under the mask, his lips curled into a slight smile, "It seems I share a special fate with Mrs. Griffin's brother."
Listening to Ethan Jenkins's hoarse voice, Amanda Jenkins's heart sank abruptly.
His voice, like an old and rusty cello, deep and hoarse tones that made one feel particularly oppressed.
That's not how her brother sounded.
Her brother's voice was clear and bright.
When she was little, every night before sleep, she loved her brother telling her stories or singing lullabies.
Lucas Griffin stepped forward, taking Amanda Jenkins's hand, "Amanda, you've mistaken me for someone else."
He looked towards Ethan Jenkins, a faint, almost imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, "I apologize for the laugh."
Ethan Jenkins quickly shook his head, "Not at all, resembling Mr. Griffin's uncle is an honor for me."
"Please take a seat."
The group surrounded the dining table and sat down, Amanda Jenkins staring at Ethan Jenkins the whole time.
