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The lunch was delicious, but Maggie couldn’t enjoy the rich food. Her thoughts lay far away and down a particular driveway. She parted ways with her father and hurried back to their apartment. The mirror was still on the coffee table.
Maggie grabbed the mirror and turned it so the glass faced her. “Show me Adrian.” The surface remained reflective. She frowned and gave it a shake. “Show me Adrian.”
Nothing happened. She dropped the mirror to her side and pursed her lips as her eyes swept over the room. The unease she had since the beginning of lunch sank deeper into her. She was sure the man she saw in the mirror was her father’s supervisor.
That wasn’t what worried her, however. What worried her was Adrian looking at her and seemingly shutting the mirror off. She wasn’t s
