“You practiced that at night?” Clifford asked in surprise. “So, you weren’t scared after seeing an apparition in that dressing room mirror?” he asked, studying her face closely.

“I was initially, but grandma talked me out of it,” Marielle responded with a smug smile. “She made me stand in front of the mirror for long enough to expel my fears about seeing anyone besides myself there.”

“So, you saw nothing strange in your mirror since seeing a woman in the ...