“No, Gia. There’s just someone else who’s pretending to be you in your exact clothes, standing next to your parents at one of your dad’s movie premieres. Alert the feds! You have an imposter!” “Is the sarcasm really necessary at this moment?” “Oh come on, Gia. Denial isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Speak for yourself, denial seemed like a pretty fantastic idea at that point. Jack and I were sitting on my bed, attempting to make sense of the photograph and the nametag I had managed to steal from the Dumpling Hospital. We hadn’t stuck around to eat our kidney stones; I had been too freaked out. And it was probably for the best anyway. I didn’t need a creepy stalker and violent urges to throw up. I hadn’t told my dad yet, and I assumed Jack hadn’t told Chris or Kenny. This was the perfect opportunity for Dad to lecture me about my “irresponsible behavior” for the millionth time that week, and I just wasn’t in the mood.
