Sarah's hand trembled as it touched the cold brass handle. Behind this door lay everything she'd spent three years searching for—or nothing at all. The lock clicked with a sound like breaking glass...

She didn't need to open it. The whispers from behind the door had told her everything—this wasn't an exit. It was a mirror. And Sarah finally understood why she'd been chosen...

The door dissolved before her touch. Not opened—dissolved, like smoke in wind. What stood beyond wasn't a room but a memory, the moment her mother disappeared, playing on an infinite loop...

Behind the door was another door. And another. An infinite corridor of doors, each one labeled with a date from her past. Sarah realized with dawning horror that she wasn't escaping...