With her hands folded beneath her breast, Carla's attention was caught by the mirror in her room.
'What was that just now?’
If Rhys could read her thoughts from the sitting room, he would know that she was in a great panic.
Gingerly rising from her bed, she took slow and unsteady steps towards the mirror, there were black swirls of smoke in the mirror.
She stood directly in front of the mirror, eyes stretched, trying to decide if this was also a reality and not her brain playing tricks on her.
“Carllllaaaa…” A whisper from behind that made her hair stand behind her neck, she snapped her head to the back but saw nothing.
Rhys was right, Anna's disappearance was not ordinary. How was she supposed to explain that she felt like someone else was in the room with her?
The door open
