the steering wheel and held my hand with the other.
“Is everything okay?” I asked.
“I’m just tired.”
The moment I entered the house, I realized something had changed.
The large mirror above the living room fireplace was gone.
The hallway mirror had disappeared too.
I hurried into the bathroom.
The mirrored door of the medicine cabinet had been removed. The full-length mirror in our bedroom was gone as well.
Michael had even covered our glass coffee table with a white sheet.
“What’s going on?” I whispered.
He stood in the doorway, his face pale.
“I removed them.”
“All the mirrors?”
“You shouldn’t see yourself yet.”
I laughed nervously.
“The doctor told me I’d be swollen. I already know.”
“It’s not about the swelling.”
His voice trembled.
I stepped closer.
“Then what is it? What aren’t you telling me?”
Michael closed his eyes.
“During the surgery, the doctor discovered something…”
