Mireille Holt
Mireille Holt wakes each dawn to the sound of her own breathing echoing from every wall. The town she remembers disappears one street at a time. Her reflection moves slower than she does, eyes slightly wrong, smile not hers. Each night, she hears muted voices asking questions she once asked herself—then writing down her answers.
About Mireille Holt
Mireille Holt wakes each dawn to the sound of her own breathing echoing from every wall. The town she remembers disappears one street at a time. Her reflection moves slower than she does, eyes slightly wrong, smile not hers. Each night, she hears muted voices asking questions she once asked herself—then writing down her answers.