Chapter 51
Kent just didnât get it. Why the heck did they need to dig into Sophiaâs childhood past? Couldnât they just straight-up ask her if something was up?
He recalled that although Brandon and Sophia had split, they werenât exactly at each otherâs throats.
Brandon wasnât in the mood to spill the beans. âJust do it,â was all he said.
Kent asked, âCan I just hit up Ms. Yearwood directly?â
To him, it seemed like the no-brainer way to go. But Brandon gave him a glance that said, âDo I look like Iâm all mouth and no trousers?â
Kent clammed up. Brandon sure had that âbutton your lipâ vibe going on.
Brandon could see right through him. âWhatâs with the face?â
Kent straightened up, âNothing.â
Then, pounding his chest for emphasis, he promised, âIâll get to the bottom of it, for sure.â
But his curiosity got the better of him again, âMr. Crawley, can I ask why weâre digging into this?â
He blurted it out but worried about setting Brandon off, quickly adding. âItâll help me zero in on what I need to find out.â
âYou donât need to zero in on anything,â Brandon shot him down. âJust suss out her relationship with her family, check if sheâs the real deal Yearwood kid, any special stuff from when she was a nipper.â
âHuh?â Kent was baffled again, his curiosity rearing its head, âBut why?â
As soon as he looked up, he was met with Brandonâs icy stare and promptly zipped his lips.
âIâll get on it right away,â he managed to say after regaining some composure.
âI want an update by tomorrow.â
After dropping that, Brandon ended the call, and the peace returned to his ears.
Wherr Brandon glance at his phone and then at Sophiaâs tightly shut room door, his thoughts drifted to the surprised look on Sophiaâs face that morning when she saw Marianâs bracelet. It was a look of pure bewilderment.
He didnât know why Sophia had that vacant, lost look, as if she recognized the thing, but when they later talked, she denied it. Yet, her denial was tinged with an unfamiliar confusion that perhaps she herself couldnât fathom.
The phone in his palm was idly spinning as his fingers pressed down rhythmically.
Brandon was well aware that Sophia might not be Yolanda Frost, and he was perhaps unintentionally merging Sophia with Yolanda in his mind.
Even a glance, a detail, any slight resemblance between them would send his heart racing, afraid heâd miss something.
He didnât know why he was so fixated on seeing them as one, even though Sophia had clearly stated she wasnât Yolanda. But Brandon knew deep down, he couldnât bear the thought of anyone but Sophia being Yolanda.
The young Yolanda had been with him through the darkest and loneliest times of his life. Her presence back then was too wonderful, a kind of beautiful solace he had only felt with Sophia.
How could Sophia not be Yolanda?
How could she not?
The phone in his hand stilled, and Brandon abruptly stood up to call Martin, Yolandaâs brother. The call cut off after two rings.
Glancing at the wall clock, he realized it was the dead of night back home, and Martin was likely asleep.
He knew better than to disturb him further; it wasnât urgent enough to wake Martin. But while reason was one thing, the clamor in his heart had him redialing the number.
After a long wait, the call was finally picked up.
âWhoâs this?â The voice was terse and groggy with sleep, but the underlying manners prevented a more explosive reaction.
âItâs me.â Brandonâs tone matched the brevity.
Martinâs sleepiness receded as he sat up, âWhatâs up, calling at this hour?â
âYeah,â Brandon walked to the window, âIâm in Wye City. Ran into a girl a few days ago who might be Yolanda.â
âYolanda?â Martin was now fully awake, âWhere did you see her? Where is she now?â
Brandon replied, âThe Starlight Hotel.â
âGot her contact info?â
âNo,â Brandon looked out at Apex Engineering University, âBut ! stumbled upon her work badge. She seems to be a student at the School of Architecture of Apex Engineering University.â
âIf itâs cool with you, come by tomorrow,â Brandon suggested.
âSure, Iâll be there,â Martin agreed without hesitation, âKeep an eye on her for me. Letâs not tell the family yet to avoid getting their hopes up.â
âI understand,â Brandon nodded, âCall me when you get here, Iâm at the Starlight Hotel.â
âGot it.â
After the call was hung up, Brandonâs gaze lingered outside towards Apex Engineering University before slowly turning back to Sophiaâs closed door, deep in thought.
In her room, Sophia was sitting at the table, resting her cheek on one hand, looking somewhat dazed.
She was supposed to be sketching out some design drawings, with her papers and pencils all spread out, but she just couldnât get into the groove. Her thoughts were all over the place-one second sheâd be flashing back to that image of Brandon going rogue and planting one on her in the parking lot, and the next to that accidental lip-lock when she was covering for him, the look he gave her, and the way he suddenly dipped his head to kiss her-that controlled yet unbearable tenderness that zapped her right back to the night of the alumni get-together. When he drove her home, they looked at each other before they slowly melted into a kiss. The desire that night was real, the loss of control was real.
Sophia was pining for the Brandon from that night, his eyes clearly brimming with an intense love that was screaming to be let out, but for the life of her, she couldnât figure out why that intensity had gone in their courteous day-to-day life. Was it because he had mistaken her for Yolanda that night?
Her mind wandered back to bumping into Marian that morning, and Brandonâs stunned look when he saw her bracelet. She felt a tightness in her chest, but even as she was suffocating in her thoughts, she drifted back to that familiar sense of bewilderment.
She thought about the bracelet Marian was wearing.
Sophia didnât know why she was so fixated on that bracelet, zoning out even though sheâd never seen it before. Yet the moment she laid eyes on it, her brain felt like it was engulfed in fog, clueless and lost.
Sophia couldnât make heads or tails of her feelings at that moment, and even now, she was clueless as to why her thoughts froze, hypnotized by something she had never seen before.
She didnât know if this was linked to the chunk of memory she was missing, and she couldnât help but wonder, could she actually have some connection to Yolanda?
Sophia thought she was losing it, didnât know if she was getting all messed up because of Brandon, or why else sheâd suddenly hatch such a wild guess.
Just like Brandon, Yolanda was from the West district, but not Sophia. She was picked up by her dad, Haley, in the north. It was only later that their family moved to the West district, so there was no way she could be connected to Yolanda.
But that crazy speculation was growing like wildfire in her heart, and Sophia couldnât control it. Like she was possessed or something, she grabbed her phone and dialed her dad Haleyâs number on a whim.