The Shrink
Stephanie’s eyes snapped open in a pitiful attempt to escape the memories which haunted her nightmares. Like every morning, Stephanie found some solace in knowing her mother’s semblance was watching over her, even though she couldn’t see her mother’s magnified eye hovering just a few millimetres above her head through the cocooned darkness of the locket in which she lay. Or her miniaturised eye, in Before terms, Stephanie supposed.
