Alina Lopez Pack -

She could break the key in half.

It was a humid Tuesday morning when the package arrived. No stamps, no return address, just a single line in elegant, slanted handwriting: For the eyes of Alina Lopez only. Alina Lopez Pack

It was a small, hand-held mirror, but the glass showed not Alina’s face. Instead, it showed the empty chair behind her. And sitting in that chair, slowly materializing, was a version of herself—smiling with too many teeth. She could break the key in half