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15: The Gifts

Author: StoriesByLily
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-10 16:17:35

CHAPTER 15

IMANI

I was curled up in bed, highlighter in hand, trying to force my brain through another chapter when my phone buzzed. Unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Delivery for Miss Imani White. Please come downstairs to sign.”

My stomach flipped. A delivery? I hadn’t ordered anything. Still, I shoved my book aside and headed downstairs.

The sound of laughter reached me before I even hit the last step. In the living room, Mom, Declan, and Stephan sat together with wineglasses in hand.

Mom was laughing a little too loud at something Stephan had said, her hand brushing his arm like she was performing for an audience.

Is she drunk?

I tried to make myself invisible as I crossed the room toward the door, but I could feel Stephan. His presence pressed against my skin like heat.

The delivery man stood waiting with a medium-sized package.

“Miss Imani White?”

“Yes.” My voice was small. I signed quickly, curiosity chewing at me, and closed the door behind me.

The box was light, wrapped in plain br
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