Grace - POV
Imposter Rosie voice ring in my head. “We’re watching you, Grace. Don’t even think about pulling any stunts or informing your friends of what’s happening.”
The venom in her words stirred a fury deep inside me, and my blood boiled with silent resentment. I watched her walk away, my fists clenched at my sides. The imposter had no idea how much I longed to tear her apart for pretending to be Rosie. For using my friend’s face to manipulate me. I glanced toward Jacob, heart pounding, but he was on the phone, oblivious. Relief washed over me—he hadn’t seen the exchange. If he had, I knew he’d bombard me with questions, and I wasn’t ready for that. Not now.
“What’s the matter with you, Grace? You resemble a statue.” Jacob was curious about it.I was still standing in front of the Pa
