Kenna
Two weeks after . . .
DECEMBER, 25TH.
″Coming!″ I shout as I make my way towards the front door, unlocking it after glancing up at the screen to see a delivery man standing with a piece of paper and a small box in his hands. My eyebrows furrow at the sight of it but I look up to see him smiling at me, gesturing for me to take the box away from his hold and sign the paper.
″I didn’t order anything,″ I frown.
He gazes down at the paper, ″Are you Kenna Anne Ashton?″
″Yes . . . but—″
He cuts me off, ″You didn’t order anything but your husband did. This one’s for you,″ He gives me the small box which causes me to examine it. ″Please sign here and you can open the box as soon as I leave. Oh! This one’s also for you,″ The edge of his lips curve up into a smile as he hands me an envel
