Alina Lopez Pack Here

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.

She carried it inside her cramped studio apartment, the floorboards groaning under the extra weight. Using a butter knife, she slit the tape. Inside, nestled in black velvet, were three objects. Alina Lopez Pack

A knock came from the front door. Three slow, deliberate raps. Alina Lopez held the key

She could turn it left, as the note implied. Or she could do what the other Alina never expected. she slit the tape. Inside