Ana woke during the night to find herself in a bed. She sat up, disorientated, her memories coming flooding back to her in a wave, anxiety hitting her making it hard to breathe.
“Ana…it’s okay.” A gentle male voice said beside her.
She startled and looked across to see Taylor sitting in a chair beside the bed, a dull lamp was on next to the bed on the side table.
“Taylor?” She said a she remembered coming through the mirror. Her eyes went wide and she stared at him. “Oh my god! The mirror…I smashed it!” Regret flooded her and she felt a sharp pain in her chest as she thought of Adrian.
Taylor smiled and reached out to touch her leg. She flinched away from him and he retracted his hand quickly.
“Don’t worry about that, Ana…I’ve cleaned it up already…you just rest…you were clearly very
