34 - Four Times A Charm

~Grace’s Point of View~

“But if she’s there now she knows you’re onto her, what’s to stop her from skipping the country,” I shouted, as Jack drove us home.

I looked at my mates like they were idiots.

Getting out my phone I quickly looked up the club and scoured through the photos. I was just about to give up when I realized I’d gone back over five years through their shots. My jaw fell when a certain one, kind of looked familiar. I made a face. Zoe wasn’t someone I knew well at all, had barely seen her a couple of times maybe. But she wasn’t someone whose face I had memorized.

“Is this her,” I asked, thrusting my phone forward. I was in the backseat by myself, wanting to stretch out.

“Oh shit,” Finch said, laughing.

“How did you miss that,” I snapped.

She’s a boy. She’s a he. Or used to be.

In these pictures she’s a boy and the caption reads, “welcome Zander to the other side.”

Then in the next photo Zander is wearing a female’s pixie haircut, make up and boobs. A rather cut