I bought an antique mirror at a Newport flea market, but my reflection stopped moving and wrote "Save me" in blood—uncovering my cousin's $18M old-money crime.
👉 Previous Decision: You returned to your studio, victorious, after Julian’s arrest.
I stood before the antique mirror in the quiet darkness of my studio, the only light spilling from a single task lamp. Four hours had passed since Julian’s silent arrest, and the world had shifted.
My reflection stepped forward in the glass. It no longer bled. It no longer screamed “Save me.” But it also did not mirror my movements. It stood perfectly still, a silent, knowing presence.
Genevieve Montclair’s reflection met my eyes. Her lips parted, just slightly, then she offered a quiet, solemn nod of gratitude. A single, profound acknowledgment. Then, she remained still in the glass, watching. Always watching.
A chill ran down my spine, but it was not fear. It was a realization. The legal case was over. Justice had been served. Julian was stripped of his fortune and standing. But the supernatural connection, the bond between the spirit in the glass and its new keeper, would never truly end.
They spent seventy years buying silence, but in the end, an old piece of glass spoke louder than all their money.
THE END – TRUE ENDING
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