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His hands hover beside my face. He doesn’t touch me. “What do you see?”
“You.”
“How many?”
“Three.”
“Fuck.”
“That’s comforting.”
Then the room tilts. I close my right eye and he disappears.
Not literally.
The apartment does.
For one second, I’m looking through another pair of eyes in a bathroom mirror. Red hair. Freckles.
June.
Then another.
Blonde. Eleanor.
Another.
Dark curls. The first Lenora.
Faces flicker across the glass.
Women. So many women.
Not eight.
More.
I jerk backward. “No.”
“Lenora?”
The pressure behind my eye becomes unbearable. Something wet slides down my cheek.
August’s expression turns to horror.
“What?”
He doesn’t answer.
“What?”
I wipe beneath my eye.
Blood. A lot of it.
“August...”
Something shifts. My vision goes black on the left.
