Three months ago, Noah left New York for the final leg of his roadshow before the IPO. That was when the woman first appeared in the mirror in my dressing room. Half her hair was scorched and frizzled, the fingers on her right hand were twisted out of shape, and her skin was covered in horrible burn scars. She told me she was Evelyn Harper from the future, but every time she opened her mouth, all that came out were hoarse, broken sobs.I tried covering the mirror with a cloth, switching hotels, even hiding at Dad's house overnight. But she followed me like a shadow, and no one else could see her at all.Tonight, as I stood outside the ballroom holding white roses, she was finally able to get a full sentence out."Evelyn, don't take the flowers in. This party was never for you.""Why?"She stared hard at the bright light spilling through the gap in the door, her voice rasping as though smoke had scorched it. "I can't remember a lot of the details, but don't go in, please. I won't hurt y
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