IVY I watch her walk away, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wants to escape. That stride and tilt of her chin, the way her lips curled just slightly even while pretending to be polite... it’s Amy Foster. It has to be her. I lived with that snake for years so I know when she's pretending. Spinning around to face Liam, the hand he rests protectively on my lower back falls, but I don't pay it much attention. Instead, I grab Liam's hand and hold his gaze. His brow is furrowed, but not with the same alarm I feel. “Liam,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm, “please tell me you don’t actually believe that isn’t Amy.” He sighs softly, glancing in the direction she disappeared before looking back at me. “She looks a little like her, I’ll admit. They are pretty much the same height with a similar build. But two things you should think about. Amy Foster is unwell and shouldn't be able to travel. Two, if you look at their faces long enough, you'll see they don't look alike a
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