Iris West’s POV.
I was standing in the corridors of the servants’ quarter. There was this uncommon stillness and quietness to the place. I stared into the cracked mirror and saw there was someone else standing behind me in the shadows.
“Hey! Who’s there?” I said, spinning around.
“Hi, friend,” Amelia said as she stepped out of the darkness.
The dim light in the corridor shone on her face. She had red puffy eyes and tear stains on her cheeks.
“What’s up? Where’s everyone?” I asked her.
She stared at me then gave a wide smile, saying nothing. I glanced at her hands and realized they were behind her back.
“Amelia,” I said carefully. “What do you have there.”
She took a step forward, hands still hidden behind her. I took three steps back and my back crashed with the mirror and a few pi
