84. TELL THE TRUTH

VINCENT

Her eyes were wide with surprise at first, and then then they became angry. She was not wearing the contacts tonight. Almost like after I had seen her real eyes, she could not care less about anyone else.

Just went further to prove what I already knew. This woman was an imposter; she was Grace. My wife was not dead as I had thought.

"Or should I call you Grace?" I asked quietly, slipping my hands into my pocket as I studied her face.

She had changed a lot, but now I could see through all the changes clearly. Her face had lost fat, her body too. Her skin was tanner, and she had probably gotten a nose job done so her nose would look different. She had done a lot just to hide her identity from me.

I needed to know why.

"What the hell are you on to?" She shot back, of course, not backing down without a fight.. or in this case, an argument.

I walked closer to her and she just watched me move, her back pressed against the iron railing behind her.

"I know you are Grace. I want to kn