She could break the key in half.
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 turn it left, as the note implied. Or she could do what the other Alina never expected.
Alina Lopez held the key. She looked at the lock on her door—a simple brass thing she’d never thought twice about. The key’s twin teeth gleamed.