Aspen's POVThe twine loosens beneath my fingers, slipping apart with far less resistance than I expect, and for several seconds I do nothing but stare at it where it lies curled against the brown paper. I could still stop. I could retie the bow, carry the parcel downstairs and leave it beside the communal bins, pretending it had never appeared outside my door. That would be the sensible thing to do when an unknown person somehow knows where I live. Sensible has kept me alive this long. Sensible is checking the lock twice before bed, keeping the curtains closed after dark and never giving strangers more information than they need. Yet the parcel is already inside my home, sitting beneath the warm kitchen light while Willow sleeps safely down the hallway. Whatever danger it contains has already crossed my threshold, and refusing to look will not make it disappear. Taking a steadying breath, I peel back the first fold.Whoever wrapped the box had taken their time, smoothing the paper t
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