“I’ve been in the dark long enough to know… some reflections aren’t yours.”
Since my twin brother died…
I’ve been seeing a woman in mirrors.
She has no eyes.
But she looks straight at me.
Her mouth is stitched shut…
But she still speaks.
Not out loud—
Inside my head.
“You know why I’m here… Travis.”
But I’m not Travis.
I’m Trevor.
I told her he’s dead.
She didn’t believe me.
“Travis isn’t dead… not yet.”
Then she said something worse—
“You have to pay… for killing Trevor.”
I tri