The artist, an old man named Birch, examined her with a jewelerâs loupe.
âShe was my first love,â Leo said softly. âAnd my first lesson.â
He fell in love with the always of her. She never left. Never aged. Never argued about the dishes. But she also never laughed. Never cried. Never said his name aloud.
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The dollâs glass eyes glinted. Her mouth, painted in a perpetual soft smile, did not move. But a slip of paper slid from her delicate porcelain hand onto the floor.
Leo looked at Mara. Mara nodded.
Leo bristled. âShe understands me.â
He wasnât looking for company. He was looking for a prop for his photography, something eerie and beautiful. But when he touched her cool cheek, he felt a joltânot static, but something warmer.
âSheâs creepy, Leo,â Mara said. âSheâs not a relationship. Sheâs a mirror.â The artist, an old man named Birch, examined
Leo left Bamby sitting in the velvet chair. As he walked out, he glanced back. For one impossible moment, her glass eyes seemed wet.
âGerman for âalwaysâ?â Leo guessed.
One night, Mara found Bamby propped in the bedroom corner, watching. She never left