"Kenny," when Cynthia heard Brandy address her that way she froze. It was not her name but it was surprising to her because that was her younger sister's name.
"I am not Kenny, I am Cynthia. We have met before." Cynthia replied; although Brandy was expecting this answer, her face still fell disappointedly. That was what she expected. Her Kenny was already dead.
"Sorry, I mistook you for my dead younger sister." Brandy sighed; she clutched her bag and then moved past Cynthia. She stopped in her tracks when she felt someone hold her wrist.
Brandy glanced at her hand Cynthia was holding and narrowed her eyes at her. "Please give me a second, " Cynthia said before releasing her grip.
"How may I help you?" Brandy said impatiently. It was not safe for her to stay this long in the open air. Her head was already on a golden platter with a ridiculous bounty on it.
