I was holding the tray with my bare hands but I couldn’t feel a thing.
When I looked back at her, I saw a young woman with ebony hair and smooth skin in her place wearing the same dress. She had on the same smile and crinkle in her eyes. She opened her mouth to speak but I couldn’t hear a thing.
She had my face.
A tear trickled down my cheek. “Grandma, what happened to you?”
The voice that came out of my lips was not mine.
I dropped my tray and everything fell to my feet. It was scalding hot now. It burned my skin, but I couldn’t think much of it when my grandma was starting to turn into ashes right in front of me, the smile never leaving her face.
In horrific shock, I ran to my room and looked back at the reflection in the mirror. I recognized the gray hair, the wrinkles, the face. Only the clothing was the same—a dull gray dress.
I had her face.
The panic in my head told me to run. To where? Nowhere. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.
I frantically scanned the room for an exit. I saw the back door in my