An hour later, someone knocked on the door.
Ethan was still in the shower. Eleanor rushed over to open it.
"Hi there. Express delivery—please check and sign. Three boxes... Uh, contraception supplies, right?"
The delivery guy, a young man, looked kind of embarrassed. "Can you take a look and sign if it's all correct?"
"T-Three boxes of what?" Eleanor was stunned.
"Ellie, what's going on?" Hearing the commotion, Ethan threw on a robe and came out, hair still wet.
"I think... it's a gift... from Delia." Eleanor stammered, clearly still shocked. Was Delia completely out of her mind? Three big boxes of that?
The delivery guy's gaze shifted to Ethan, and he gave him a knowing look.
Ethan frowned, snatched the slip out of his hand, and signed without a word. The deliver
