The woman looked exactly like me in every possible way that mattered.
Her complexion matched mine perfectly, including the small birthmark on the left side of her neck.
Her eyebrows, lips, and even the faint scar near her chin were identical to my own reflection.
I felt my heartbeat pounding violently inside my ears as if someone was striking a drum against my skull.
Before I could pull away, her eyelids fluttered slowly, and her eyes opened directly toward the glass ceiling above her.
She stared straight at me through the barrier separating our two worlds.
Her lips moved weakly, forming two silent words that I understood without hearing sound.
Help me.
I stumbled backward, dropping my phone onto the rug as my vision blurred with fear and disbelief.
My legs felt unstable, but instinct pushed me upright because remaining inside that room suddenly felt dangerous.
Without thinking clearly, I grabbed a small traveling bag from the closet and threw random clothes into it.
