Rivers Solomon

Aster had ignored her mother's attempts at communication for so long, and here it was, another chance. (...) If there was another world where Ancestors walked freely, that was all well and good, but what did it have to do with her? She couldn't see it. She couldn't interact with it. The Spirit World was as much a myth as a planet or a real star.
Signs, however, didn't rely on the existence of the supernatural. History wanted to be remembered. Evidence hated having to live in dark hidden places and devoted itself to resurfacing. Truth was messy. The natural order of an entropic universe was to tend toward it.