MARK
I entered the bedroom, surprised to not see Adira lying in bed. I heard water running from our bathroom and wandered over in that direction. I waited a moment, but when she didn’t come out, I knocked on the door.
“Come in,” Adira said in a quiet voice.
I opened the door and peeked inside. Adira was sitting on the toilet, looking completely drained with a dull look on her face. I looked around and saw the mirror was cracked. My mouth fell open and I rushed to Adira’s side.
“What happened? Are you okay?” I asked, checking her over to make sure she was okay. I didn’t see any physical wounds.
She blinked a few times, processing that I was in the room with her. She squeezed my hands and forced a smile. “I’m fine. I’m not hurt.”
I looked over at the mirror, confused as to how it got l
