Chapter 123

• [Apple]
• Carefully removing the items from their hiding spot, my fingers touch the leather spine of my mother's book, which I've never seen before but seems more familiar than the back of my hand. My mind is a confusion of memories that seem like someone else's dreams, moments long forgotten and trapped deep within.
• Finding this book and mirror, feeling their weight in my hands, is a key to unlocking a door in my mind behind which a wealth of memories have been stored—memories of my mother and me.