Alessandro was sitting on his bed, watching his little daughter sleep. He had spent hours trying to sleep, but in the end, he had given up; he was tired—his body was telling him over and over—but his mind wouldn't let him rest. He was worried about Abril; he wanted to see her and make sure she was okay, but he had no way of doing so, or at least he hadn't found a way yet.
He had heard about two mirrors that could reflect the other person no matter how far apart they were. When he had heard about it, he thought it was just a fantasy story, but he had thought the same about stories of elves and fairies, and they had ended up being real.
A lightning bolt illuminated the room, and Alessandro thought he saw something in the window. He leaned out of the window, but there was nothing, only the
