Desiree Dul _top_ Today

“You wanted to be seen,” the reflection said, with Desirée’s voice but no tremor. “Now I’ll be seen for you.”

The reflection pointed at her, then at the world beyond the window: the city lights, the distant thrum of a late-night train, a couple arguing on the sidewalk below. desiree dul

Outside, the new Desirée Dul stepped into the rain, tilted her face up, and laughed. She was loud and bright and terrible. “You wanted to be seen,” the reflection said,

Desirée almost filed it as evidence. That was her job. But the letters D.D. echoed inside her chest. She held the mirror up. “You wanted to be seen

The mirror watched from her purse. And the reflection smiled.

“Give it back,” Dee whispered.

Then, on a Tuesday, she found the box.