Reflection Of Her

Chapter 14 – The Glass Remembers

Selene couldn’t stop trembling. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw shards of glass hovering midair — suspended in that impossible rewind.

She needed to know if it had been real.

The mansion was silent, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked roses from the courtyard. Damian was out again, attending one of his endless business dinners, and the house felt like a living creature breathing around her — watching, waiting.

She went back to the hallway, where the mirror had shattered. Someone had already cleaned up the mess, but the faint outline of the frame still marred the wallpaper, like a scar.

Selene knelt and pressed her fingers to the spot where the mirror once stood. The wallpaper was cool and smooth — then, slowly, it warmed under her touch.

The world shifted.

The walls darkened, the furniture grew older, the scent of dust filled the air. She was no longer in Damian’s house — she was in the same room, but decades earlier.

And there — standing where she knelt — was a woman with long black hair, humming softly as she held a baby wrapped in white cloth.

Selene’s breath hitched. The woman turned slightly, revealing a face she recognized instantly — from the photograph Ariana had seen only hours earlier. Their mother.

The woman whispered something to the child. Selene strained to hear but only caught fragments:

“The twins… must be parted… until the mirror mends…”

Then the woman looked straight at her.

Selene stumbled backward, heart pounding. The room blurred, and suddenly she was back in the present — the wallpaper pristine again, the air still.

She ran to her room, locking the door behind her. Her hands were shaking so violently she almost dropped her phone.

She typed a message to Ariana:

Selene: I saw her. The woman from the photo. Our mother.

Ariana: How?

Selene: Through the wall. Through time. She said something about the mirror… and being parted.

Ariana: The clocks stopped again here. I think time is trying to tell us something.

There was a pause before Selene typed again, slower this time.

Selene: What if this isn’t a curse? What if it’s an inheritance?

But even as she sent the message, she felt it — the pull of something vast and ancient beneath her skin, the hum of energy that wasn’t hers alone.

The storm had passed outside, but inside her, thunder still rolled.

And when she walked past her bedroom mirror, her reflection smiled a heartbeat too late — as though it already knew what would happen next.