After thirty minutes, the carriage left the gates of the Sylvan's mansion and upon catching sight of Sawyer, it slowed down.
He slipped inside the vehicle, shutting the door behind him, while his sister looked outside as if looking for the mirror. Her eyebrows faintly drew close and she asked,
"Was the mirror not there?"
"Oh, it was very much there," Sawyer said, dropping onto the bench beside Hailey with a long, exhausted sigh. "The mirror broke and joined right back. But it wouldn't move. Not an inch."
"Is it heavy?" Hailey asked, leaning forward, the wooden box shifting in her lap as she turned toward him. Her eyes were bright with the particular urgency of someone chasing a solution before it slipped away.
