When she looked at him, she saw nothing . No shadows, no echoes, no sorrows clinging to his shoulders like a second coat. Just him.
But the mirrors, of course, would not be ignored. Miras - Nora Roberts
Mira looked at him—this man with no ghosts, no shadows, nothing but steady warmth and stubborn faith. And for the first time in her life, she looked at a reflection and didn’t flinch. Because when she caught her own eyes in the dark glass of the workshop window, she saw not fear, but courage. And love. When she looked at him, she saw nothing
She expected him to see nothing. A blank stone. He wasn’t a sensitive. But when Caleb looked into the obsidian, his face went pale. “There’s a woman,” he whispered. “She’s holding a candle. She’s saying a name.” He looked up, and his eyes were full of something Mira had never seen there before. Recognition. But the mirrors, of course, would not be ignored
“I believe in what I can’t see,” he said simply. “I believe in wood grain and the memory of trees. Why not mirrors?”
No hand mirrors with pearl handles. No gilded trifold vanities. No cracked bathroom medicine cabinets. If it reflected a face, she wouldn’t touch it.
“Isabelle,” they said together.