A Bitter Homecoming

Her eyes bore into me as if I were some kind of insect, and her raised eyebrows gave her the air of a challenger. I didn't dare ask her name, fearing it might raise suspicion that I wasn't the genuine Vesper. But before I could respond, she swept into the room, exuding an air of ownership.

"I never thought I’d see you again," she said, frustration evident in her tone.

Her movements were deliberate