She wondered if she took this woman’s hand would she be pulling her into her make believe land like she had Ofelia, or would the woman be pulling her into the real world like the mirrors. Letting it slip off her lips like she had said it to Spencer once before, she smiled and whispered, “Ashley Davies.”

Spencer is lost somewhere deep in her own make believe world until she runs across Ashley and her two children. Her pretend world finally comes shattering around her, leaving her to see the love in the real world.

Spencer is lost somewhere deep in her own make believe world until she runs across Ashley and her two children. Her pretend world finally comes shattering around her, leaving her to see the love in the real world.

For the shortest second, her lips were icy and hard against mine. Then it was over. She stood there, still holding my face, her glorious eyes burning into mine.

“No! Ashley! No, you can’t do this.”

“‘Spencer, you’ll be the death of me’?” I mocked, shaking my head to add to the effect.

“Damn it, Spencer!” she broke off, gasping. “You’ll be the death of me, I
swear you will.”

I didn’t see her leap at me, it was much too fast. I only found myself suddenly airborne, and then we crashed onto the pillows, knocking them into the wall.