Jane -The mirror

They all looked at her like she was a ghost.

Or a glitch.

That was always the thing about being Kelly’s twin. You’re either too visible—or invisible. And Jane had been both.

She stepped over Alex’s body without flinching. Still warm. Still twitching.

He always talked too much anyway.

“Hi,” she said, as if she wasn’t standing in the middle of a crime scene with blood splattered on her heels. “Long time.”

Kelly blinked. “Jane?”

“You remember me,” she smiled, softly this time. “Or at least your body does. Muscle memory’s funny like that.”

Kierra was gripping Kelly’s arm like Jane might lunge. The irony. They didn’t know she’d already been inside the house three times this week. Watching them. Studying.

“You were… dead,” Kelly whispered. “They said you died in a fire.”

“They say a lot of things. But I’m right here, Kel. Guess I’m not flammable.”

“You’re sick,” Kierra spat.