The breath behind the glass faded. Or hid.
Or waited.
I didn’t stay long enough to find out.
My legs moved on instinct, weak and unsteady, like they didn’t trust the ground. I didn’t look at the mirror. I didn’t want to see if it moved again. I didn’t want to see if I moved again..without moving at all.
The bed was only a few steps away, but it felt like crossing miles. The white comforter was still pulled back from earlier, the sheets clean and cold and too bright under the dim lamp.
I climbed onto it without thinking, without breathing, like something was chasing me but hadn’t bothered to use its feet.
I didn’t bother taking the lingerie off.
I didn’t dare.
I just lay down fast-like the mattress could swallow me if I got low enough and yanked the blanket up over my body. The fa
