Parting Gifts?

RENEE

“A package for a woman named Miss Renee….”

The second I heard my name, my brows lifted and I instantly whipped my face toward the room’s doorway where Nicole was standing.

We’d been busy packing our things and getting ready to leave for the train station when a knock sounded on our motel door.

At first, we hesitated, thinking the sound wasn’t coming from our end. But after two more taps, Nicole gave up and went to attend to whoever was at the door.

We weren’t expecting anyone, and considering how sullen and moody I was this morning, I didn’t pay any heed or bother to check who this unexpected visitor was.

Not until I heard my name, and the wheels in my head started to turn.

Who the hell was that? The voice sounded masculine, and he said he had brought me a package. If I could recall clearly and I kept searching my brain to remember, I didn’t order anything from anyone or anywhere.

Where would I get the money to order? More so, what would I order?

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