“I believe in what I can’t see,” he said simply. “I believe in wood grain and the memory of trees. Why not mirrors?”
When she looked at him, she saw nothing . No shadows, no echoes, no sorrows clinging to his shoulders like a second coat. Just him. Miras - Nora Roberts
“Need a hand?” she called, grabbing her umbrella. “I believe in what I can’t see,” he said simply
Mira looked from his face to the locket, then to the rain-streaked window behind him. In the glass, just for an instant, she saw a reflection that wasn’t hers. A woman in a green dress, standing in a doorway, one hand pressed to her heart. And she was smiling. she saw nothing . No shadows
But the mirrors, of course, would not be ignored.