Dylan walked over and stood by the table. He did not stand beside her as he feared she would toss him over her shoulder.

She did not like him being too close to her.

“Are you still not admitting that you’re Imogen? I got the answer from my Nana. You’re Imogen. You’re also Sugar.”

Imogen closed the book. She raised her head to look at Dylan. Her eyes were bright, and she had a smile on her face. “Are you sure your Nana said so? Do you have evidence that I’m Imogen Doyle?

“Do I resemble her a