D Johnson Miller

Marley Brashe D Johnson Miller

No one noticed the dead woman sitting in the corner booth, except Marley. The bluish haze around the woman signified that, sooner or later, the Lost One would come to her. She would ask the question, Marley would open the door, and the Lost One would go through. And still, no one else in the restaurant would have a clue. Neither the time nor the place ever mattered, this Lost One would find her. They always did. After almost ten years of being the 'Ethereal Doorman to the Lost', Marley Brashe had long given up trying to understand how or why she was chosen for this task. Other than a moment's discomfort, the Lost never caused her any real problems. The dead woman in the restaurant changed everything.