Ethan's POV
The sight of the woman wearing Jessica's face walking away with Alex Stoneheart fractured my reality. Five years of grief, bottled into ambition, uncorked in a single, gut-wrenching moment. I was a man of verifiable facts, yet I had just witnessed the impossible. I wanted to stop and interrogate her, but the crushing uncertainty held me pinned to the spot. If this was not Jessica, I was finally losing my mind, haunted by a doppelgänger. If it were her, then the greatest lie ever told had been executed. I needed immediate, objective answers.
I forced myself to the men's room, locking myself into a stall to anchor myself with logic. She is Mia Stonehart. She is not Jessica Miller. I splashed cold water on my face, but the ghost remained. The hazel eyes were hers, yet Mia'
