Fuck it. If the women of Dorley can do this, so can he. He opens his eyes, looks himself up and down, and steps unconsciously back. It’s too much. It’s impossible. It’s unreal. But there she is: the girl the others all say they can see. A step forward again. Fingers reaching out, making contact with the glass. Making it real, making it tangible. “Hi, Stef,” she whispers, and the girl in the mirror whispers back.
Beautiful moment
