Marie awoke on the chaise lounge but waited before opening her eyes. She listened to determine whether anyone was in there with her, but her ears picked up only the scrabbling of something behind the mirror.
Wait, something behind the mirror?
Marie moved as quietly as she could, but whatever it was heard her and skittered off. Had it been any day but Sunday with the theatre being as quiet as it was, she wouldn’t have noticed it among the various other sounds, but the quality of the noise confirmed her certainty there must be a space back there large enough to lead from a secret passage.
But which one?
If she could figure that out, she could possibly entrap her spirit and find out what he really wanted and why he insisted on digging up uncomfortable memories.
And then I wouldn’t have t
