“I’m just tired.”
The moment I entered the house, I realized something had changed.
The large mirror above the living room fireplace was gone.
The hallway mirror had disappeared too.
I hurried into the bathroom.
The mirrored door of the medicine cabinet had been removed. The full-length mirror in our bedroom was gone as well.
Michael had even covered our glass coffee table with a white sheet.
“What’s going on?” I whispered.
He stood in the doorway, his face pale.
“I removed them.”
“All the mirrors?”
“You shouldn’t see yourself yet.”
I laughed nervously.
“The doctor told me I’d be swollen. I already know.”
“It’s not about the swelling.”
His voice trembled.
I stepped closer.
“Then what is it? What aren’t you telling me?”
Michael closed his eyes.
“During the surgery, the doctor discovered something…”
He was about to continue when someone suddenly pounded on the front door.
Three times.
Slow, heavy knocks.
Michael opened his eyes.
From the expression on his face, I knew he already knew who was standing outside.
“Don’t open it,” he whispered.
But I was already walking toward the door.
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The moment I opened the door, I froze.
