Theo trailed after Kiley into the bathroom, her jaw nearly hitting the floor as she saw evidence of the other woman's declaration.
"The fuck?" She tentatively reached out, her fingers brushing over the reflective surface, the only thing "trapped" within was her own person who mimicked her every move.
"I swear it was there. He was there. This guy, with tattoos, dark hair, banging on the fucking mirror. I am not making this shit up." Theo looked somewhat desperately toward Kiley, imploring the other woman to believe her. The tap still ran, filling the sink bowl with hot water that had left a thin, circular film of white over the lower portion of the mirror closest to the water's source.