The woman staring back looked tired. There were fine lines around her eyes—roadmaps of laughter and worry—and a paleness to her skin that suggested she hadn't felt the sun in a long time. But as she held the gaze of her reflection, the air in the room seemed to shimmer. The reflection didn’t blink when she did.
The reflection changed again. Now she saw herself in a rain-slicked city she didn't recognize, looking older, grayer, but possessed of a terrifying, beautiful strength. This version of Adriana was standing alone on a balcony, looking out over a sprawling horizon with a look of absolute peace. It was a future she hadn't yet claimed. Frente al espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub
Adriana stood before the full-length mirror in her dimly lit bedroom, the heavy velvet curtains blocking out the mid-afternoon sun. In her hand was a vintage hairbrush, its silver backing tarnished with age, much like the memories she had been trying to polish for years. She didn’t look at her reflection immediately. Instead, she traced the carved wooden frame of the mirror, feeling the grooves and imperfections under her fingertips. The woman staring back looked tired