Miki blinked but said nothing. She turned the watch over. Engraved on the back were two initials: S.K.
Here’s a short story featuring an original character named . Title: The Glass Echo
Not because she was psychic, or because she could read micro-expressions like a detective. No—Miki heard the click . A tiny, glass-like sound, like a marble tapping against a windowpane, whenever a spoken word didn’t match the truth.