Alexandra View — 6

Her aunt, Lydia, had vanished from this very porch. No note. No struggle. Just a dropped watering can and a single, patent leather shoe.

The lock was rusted, but a firm shoulder broke the jamb. The room was empty. No furniture, no clothes, no mementos. Just a single, incongruous object: a large, antique mirror facing the far wall. Its silver was intact, and in the dim light, Eliza saw her own reflection—and something else. 6 alexandra view

The mirror began to ripple, its surface turning from glass to liquid mercury. And through it, Eliza saw a narrow hallway lit by gaslight—a hallway that did not belong to 6 Alexandra View. At the end of it stood Arthur, not dead, not kind, his military posture rigid. He was holding a second patent leather shoe. Her aunt, Lydia, had vanished from this very porch