Mirror the Shimmer

That's the story of how I found myself driving to an unfamiliar hospital, at midnight, wearing nothing but a towel.

I navigated by road signs and instinct, letting my half-remembered inner map of the town carry me. I'd kicked Shining out in the parking lot; someday he'd learn that when I said I'd take care of something, I meant by myself.

Okay, he wouldn't. But I could dream.

My lips curled into a grin as I got closer and closer. No doubt the two Twilights would be waiting for me when I arrived, and likely some other surprises as well. They didn't matter. I could deal with them in my own time. All that mattered was my fake, and the juicy little secret that she held.

I was going to tell Shining Armour the truth. Really, I was.

Just not until I'd had my fun.