~One week later~
I stared at the bathroom mirror. I'd just finished my bath, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair—all that early-morning routine that made a normal person feel normal.
Now I waited, watching my reflection to see if she was still there.
Theo had said the old memories could no longer hurt me. I assumed that meant she was gone too.
I'd stared for so long that my image began to warp under the white light. It took on odd shapes as I struggled to keep it intact in my mind. It felt like being on hard drugs.
There was nothing. That eerie smile, the bone-chilling tone in her voice, the devilish look in her eyes—it was all gone.
The Ragdoll was gone.
"Miss Angel, Sir Theo is waiting downstairs," a female voice called from outside the bathroom—one of Theo's nurses.
