Chapter 48

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Inside, the furnishings consisted of only a table and two chairs. The table had chrome plated metal legs and a fake woodgrain laminate top, with some chips out of the corners that exposed the cheap particle board underneath. The chairs were in about the same shape with their vinyl seat coverings cracking and flaking at the corners. Over the entire length of one wall was a floor to ceiling mirror.

“It looks like a police interrogation room from some bad late night detective show,” I said.

“Everyone’s room is tailored to their needs.”

“Who’s behind the mirror?”

“No one. It’s not one-way glass, if that’s where your mind is going.” Molly shut the door and showed me to a chair.

I sat down and rubbed at my wrists under the table as I fidgeted in my seat.

“Where’s my accuser?” I asked. “The one I supposedly trespassed against.”

“It’s just us, Miranda.” Molly took the seat across from me.

“Can we trade seats?” I said. “I don’t want to look into the mirror.”