He took Millicent by the arm and turned to say goodbye.
"Next time we're free, I'll bring Millie over to visit you and Mr. Stephens at home."
I watched with my own eyes as the two of them disappeared from the cemetery.
Only then did I light a cigarette, dragging on it with idle disinterest.
My gaze drifted back to the gravestone that bore my name.
Mrs. Stephens?
Even now, hearing that title gave me a split second of disorientation.
They didn't know.
Sophia Simmons was a fake name.
No one knew that beneath this borrowed face, the soul hiding underneath belonged to Lucille Harding.
A hand plucked the cigarette from my lips without warning.
Arthur frowned.
"Smoking is bad for you."
"And I've told you before. Sophia Simmons never smoked."
Oh.
Right. I'd almost forgotten.
I wasn't Lucille Harding anymore, the girl who could do whatever she pleased.
I was just a stand-in.
And a stand-in was supposed to behave. To look the part.
I didn't argue. I simply slipped my arm through Arthur's. "Let's go."
After we left the cemetery, Arthur wasted no time.
"The couple just now, Jackson Gilbert and his wife. They're the boyfriend and the best friend who betrayed you seven years ago, aren't they?"