C105 The Final Thread

The package arrived on a Wednesday.

Isabella found it on the front porch, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string—no return address. No postmark. Just her name, written in a hand she didn't recognize.

She carried it inside, her heart pounding.

Sebastian was in the kitchen, making breakfast. He looked up as she entered, his eyes narrowing.

"What's that?"

"I don't know