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The mirror showed Sarah two faces.
One was hers—twenty-eight, tired eyes, coffee-stained shirt from this morning's meeting. The other belonged to someone she'd never seen before. A woman with her exact features, but sharper. Colder. Staring back with an expression Sarah had never worn in her life.
The reflection smiled. Sarah hadn't.
"You're late," the other Sarah said, her voice emerging from the glass like it was water, not solid matter. "I've been waiting thirty years for you to finally look."
Sarah's hand trembled as she reached for her phone. Dead battery. Of course. She'd meant to charge it last night, but Marcus had called about the divorce papers, and then Mom texted about Dad's doctor appointment, and by the time she collapsed into bed—
"They can't help you." The reflection tilted her head, studying Sarah with clinical interest. "No one sees me but you. No one ever has."
"What do you want?"
The question came out steadier than Sarah expected. Some distant part of her brain noted this with approval—the same part that had gotten her through the bar exam, through Marcus leaving, through every impossible thing.
"What do you want?" the reflection countered. "Because I'm what you get when you stop lying to yourself. When you stop being what everyone needs and start being what you actually are."
Sarah's reflection raised her hand. Sarah's own hand stayed at her side, but she felt phantom fingers curling into a fist, felt the ghost of power she'd spent her entire life suppressing.
"Tomorrow," the other Sarah said, "when you walk into that courtroom for the Henderson case—you'll see me again. And you'll have to choose."
The mirror rippled. For just a moment, Sarah saw something behind her reflection. A door she'd never noticed in her bedroom. One that definitely hadn't been there this morning.
It was opening.
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