Elizabeth's POV
The first time it happened, I wrote it off as nothing but exhaustion. I had screamed my f*****g head off at that disappearing figure in the mirror.
I caught a glimpse of a mirror today while fitting in brushing my hair before bed. I took the lamp off, and then turned back, and I swear my reflection didn't follow.
I blinked.
There was nothing peculiar in the glass. Just me. My slightly uncombed hair, my weary gaze, my finger caught in mid-action.
I exhaled and wrangled myself into laughter.
Pregnancy fatigue. That's all it was.
But later that night, I was roused by whispers.
My pulse quickened as I opened my eyes to stare at the darkness. It was faint, like a voice on the wind, low enough in pitch that the words couldn't be made out.
I turned my
