The line went dead.
“A ghost,” the voice whispered. “Or the man who gave your mother two tickets to The Phantom of the Opera on the night she should have been home with you. She left her lipstick on my dressing room mirror. Tell your father I’m sorry.” mirvish box office phone number
His own reflection stared back, gaunt and exhausted. Then he saw it—a smear of lipstick on the glass, a woman’s crimson kiss next to a date: April 14, 1996 . The line went dead