I glanced in the mirror above the sink and screamed.
“What’s wrong?” Sebastian shouted from the other side of the door.
I blinked at my reflection. My mouth opened and closed as I drew in rapid breaths. What was going on?
He couldn’t see me like this. “Nothing,” I lied. What could I say to explain it? “Just a bug.”
“Need me to take care of it?”
“No!” In a softer voice, I added, “Already done.”
I peered closer into the mirror and my stomach all but plunged to the tile floor. My heartbeat drummed with a death metal beat against my ribs. Something was royally wrong. My hair had far more white than yesterday. How did that happen overnight?
Worse were the new wrinkles on my face. The faint lines around my eyes yesterday had deepened. More etched along the sides of my mouth too.
My lips trembled as I gaped at myself. No, that wasn’t me. The woman who looked back at me was a distorted version of me who had aged overnight. What in all of Hades had happened?
A small cry escaped me. I covered my mouth, but it was too late.
“Gianna, is everything okay?” Sebastian’s tone sounded worried.
“Everything’s fine,” I squeaked.
“You don’t sound fine.” He rapped on the door. “Can I come in?”
I bit my lip, searching for an answer. When one didn’t come, he asked, “Are you coming back to bed?”
Eek. How could I face him? I was facing an existential crisis in my bathroom as I faced a future version of me in the mirror.