Alina Lopez -

A woman stood before her. Dark hair, knowing eyes, a half-smile. She was solid. Real. She smelled of salt and old paper and something floral, long extinct.

Alina didn’t say anything. She just reached out and took Margot’s hand. It was warm. alina lopez

Choose. —Margot

I’ve been here, in the ‘between,’ for over a century. I can see you, but you can’t see me—unless I choose it. I’ve watched every keeper, every visitor. Most are boring. You are not. A woman stood before her