“You wanted to be seen,” the reflection said, with Desirée’s voice but no tremor. “Now I’ll be seen for you.”
The reflection pointed at her, then at the world beyond the window: the city lights, the distant thrum of a late-night train, a couple arguing on the sidewalk below. desiree dul
The last thing she saw was her own true self, shrinking into the black glass, becoming the reflection. The mirror didn’t clatter this time. It simply closed, like a door. “You wanted to be seen,” the reflection said,