Olivia

I studied Gracie's face, looked at properly her for the first time since she walked into the lobby.

The perfectly styled hair, the expensive clothes that I knew she couldn't have afforded on her own, the way her eyes kept moving back to her phone like she was expecting an important message. Underneath all of that, was something I couldn't quite place. Definitely an energy that felt wrong, unsettled, like she was operating at a frequency that didn't match the Gracie I had known my entire ...