Chapter Twenty-Six
Icy fingers raced up Cecilia's spine. "It's just a coincidence, Iz. That's all." But it wasn't. Foreboding settled in her stomach.
Izzie shook her head. "I don't think so. I mean Trace McBride's hair is blond, but those eyes. They could be related."
"You don't think her Trace," Jeanine pointed to Cecilia, "is that Trace?" She pointed to the T.V., mouth curving up. "Wouldn't that be the story of the century? Girl reporter falls for superhero. Oh my gosh, you're like a real-life Lois Lane and Trace is Clark Kent."
Cecilia scoffed, growing more anxious by the second. "Hardly."
Jeanine c****d her head, eying the frozen image critically. "If I squint-"
"Exactly. If you squint. My Trace doesn't look anything like that Trace."
Izzie wrinkled her nose. "I'm not so sure. W
