Penny sat on the edge of her bed, and Zoe sat on the edge of hers, shifting as she pulled the mirror from her pocket and set it next to Penny. After a slight hesitation, she flipped it upside down, as if afraid to look into the reflective surface.
“That night after the magic show, I took the mirror out and stared into it. I thought maybe if you were looking into yours, we’d see each other in them again. I thought maybe we could even use them to talk to each other.”
Penny’s first thought was: Yes, I bet we could if we knew how. Her second thought was: But I didn’t see her. I saw him.
Had Penny told Zoe about that? She supposed not.
Penny hadn’t looked into the mirror that night. She had shoved it into the bottom of her nightstand drawer and had not moved it since.
“What did you see?”
