She pauses, absorbing the portrait, marvelling at how alive they seem.
She recalls posing for the painting, giggling, struggling to stay still. It feels like minutes ago, but decades separate her from that day.
Strange, how beauty fades with age. Six siblings, twisted by sickness, until body and mind were unrecognisable. Their final breath; then death.
Her gaze shifts towards the mirror. She shivers, unsure why her reflection is the same as her face in the picture.
She thought she was the final one. How wrong she was.
They have all moved on.