I looked up at Vincent, trying to keep my voice steady, "Are you sure Claire's resting at home?"

Vincent seemed surprised by my sudden question but nodded, "Yeah. Grandfather's condition really shook her up, so I told her to go home and rest."

His words sent chills down my spine.

If Claire was really at home, then who was that woman I just saw?

I was sure it was Claire—Her figure, her voice—I knew them too well to be mistaken.

If I wasn't wrong, then that ...