Frente Al Espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub May 2026

The woman staring back looked tired. There were fine lines around her eyes—roadmaps of laughter and worry—and a paleness to her skin that suggested she hadn't felt the sun in a long time. But as she held the gaze of her reflection, the air in the room seemed to shimmer. The reflection didn’t blink when she did.

The mirror began to vibrate, a low hum that she felt in her teeth. The two versions of herself—the past joy and the future peace—began to bleed into the present. The glass grew warm. Adriana reached out, her palm meeting the cool surface of the mirror, but instead of hitting a solid barrier, her hand sank in. Frente al espejo - Adriana Andivia.epub

Slowly, the image in the glass began to shift. The modern bedroom behind her faded away, replaced by the vibrant, sun-drenched patio of her grandmother’s house in Seville. She saw herself at twenty, wearing a dress the color of marigolds, her hair wild and free. That girl was laughing, her head thrown back, holding a paintbrush as if it were a scepter. "I forgot her," Adriana whispered, her voice cracking. The woman staring back looked tired

The ripples moved outward like a stone dropped in a still pond. She felt a pull, an invitation to step through the glass and reclaim the fragments of her soul she had left behind in the corners of time. She realized then that the mirror wasn't a judge; it was a doorway. The reflection didn’t blink when she did

The glass was an heirloom, passed down through three generations of women in her family. It was said that the mirror didn't just show your face; it showed your truth. For Adriana, that truth had been blurred by years of living for everyone but herself. She was a daughter, a wife, and a mother, but the woman named Adriana had become a ghost in her own life. She finally raised her eyes.