Chapter Fifteen
I was startled to find that I wasn’t alone the next morning. Abraham was there, with a little handheld mirror propped against the wall on top of the dresser, scraping at his clean-shaven face with a straight razor. I said nothing. I just watched him as he shaved in the dim light. I watched him as he dressed himself in clothes that were nearly identical to the ones that he had worn yesterday. The only difference being that the buttons on his jacket were silver now, instead of bronze. Then, without a word to me, without even a glance in my direction, Abraham departed from the room.
I crept out from the bed, and I made my way to the dresser where Abraham had put the mirror and the straight razor. I took the mirror out first, and I held it up to my face. I could still see my
