For the past month, Piper hasn’t been herself, and it’s all because of her reflection.
She’s covered all the mirrors in her hotel room with duct tape, now. She doesn’t want to see it. It’s an omen, a rotting prequel of things to come.
The first morning she saw it was like any other. She’d eaten two bowls of cereal and bounded upstairs to brush her teeth. Her mom was yelling at her. “Piper! Hurry up, you’re going to be late for school! You have a test first hour, remember?”