Izzy never was the competitive type. Standing 5 feet 2 inches tall, with short mousy brown hair and chunky dark rimmed glasses. A girl in her mid thirty's with multiple talents and multiple personalities and a huge case of imposter syndrome. She was frozen inside. The last thing she needed was a dead body being found at the local grocery market that day. Through all of her therapy sessions, her work to integrate her multiples, she couldn’t put a name to it but someone, something was always lurking around the corner to point a finger at her for something she didn't do. Her therapist called it paranoia. Izzy called it intuition. Thinking about it too much made her feel sweaty and anxious and her heart would race as the nausea set in.
She heard Tae giggle in her ear.
Not again she thought. Not again..