She gave the eulogy without a single note. Everyone said they didn't know how she did it. Emma doesn't know either. Her younger sister died at the bottom of fourteen stairs in their late mother's house. It was a Sunday night in August. Everyone calls it a fall. The death certificate says undetermined. Emma can't remember that Sunday. She can't remember the Friday before it either. To uncover the truth, she must face the memories she locked away. A black room. No doors. No Windows. No shadows. A mirror, reflecting a mysterious version of herself. It knows what happened on the stairs. It's waiting for her to ask. She has the answer. She just won't hear it.
