Ema Efra doesn't give up. Ever. She lost everything - her parents, her boyfriend, her life. Starting in a different country seems to be the only option left. But when she's attacked and left for dead the search begins. Can she trust the people she calls friends, or is one of them connected to her past, out to destroy everything she has built? Mirror is the 3rd book in the Mind Games series and centres around Ema Efra and her decision to leave England after what happened in Book 1 "Layers". Characters from Book 2 "Circle" will re-appear, which means an unexpected connection to South Africa is within reach.
Genre: FICTION / Thrillers / PsychologicalI looked in the small mirror right in front of me and didn’t recognise the woman staring back. Tongue trapped between my teeth, I forced my gaze away and pulled out the safety instructions that were tucked away in a pouch.
They couldn’t hold my attention. I remembered the nightmares being so real I could have sworn I was back in that cellar last night. Every little detail was there. The gun. How the bullet entered Martha’s body.
The sight of bone and a small river of blood triggering a numbing terror in the pit of my stomach. And a few hours before that Dave’s handshake, his grip crushing my fingers despite his age. A grip that should have warned me he hid a darker temperament behind his frail appearance, but didn’t. I would have to live with it. It was now up to me to change my life. A second chance. I had been convinced I would die but it wasn’t meant to be.
Did I really believe my life wouldn’t change after killing a person? What had I been thinking? Did I believe everything would be ok after I found out who murdered my mother? Who was I kidding? My mother’s unknown fate had consumed my every waking thought since my adoptive parents had indicated she might have been murdered. The conversation came back to me in bits, pieces and at the most inconvenient times. Like when I was meeting Gerald last week. The awkward silence still lingered in my mind. I couldn’t call him dad. Too strange. I couldn’t forget the aggravation in his voice, or the way he told me how sorry he was. But I couldn’t suddenly care for him. I needed him when I was a child but I was a grown-up now. And besides, father’s should look after their daughters, not the other way around.
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Italian
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Translated by Cristina García
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