The shock took hours before it wore off from Ophelia's bones. Sam made chamomile tea for her to help in the calming process, and they sat together in his room which smelled like roses and worn library books; Ophelia nursing her mug of chamomile tea, staring into space and Sam thinking of the best way to tell his sister he had seen their grandfather through a mirror too.
He cleared his throat, shifting closer to his sister and resting a shaky hand on her back.
"I..." he began.
"You're not crazy. I saw him too... well, not today, and not for long. Remember when I had a violent episode and you had to go out to get me those meds? Well... I broke rule number whatever. I don't know, but I didn't cover my mirrors after using them and the old man was there when I woke up from my nap. Just stari
