Chapter 95 Trap

• Autumn's throat went dry. She hadn’t expected her sister to catch on to her, but that didn’t matter. What mattered now was how much Iris knew.
• Her gaze swept over Iris, studying her from head to toe. It was uncanny—almost disorienting—how much Iris resembled Charlie. But there was always something unsettling about Iris, an eerie presence that lingered whenever she was nearby. That’s why Autumn had never fully accepted the idea that Iris was dead. Something about it had never felt right.
• “It’s been a while now,” Autumn said, her voice calm but laced with an edge. “Do you know you can go to jail for identity theft? Well, if it’s still called that, considering what you did is... rather extreme.”