It had been two months since the wedding. Life was finally calm. Ann woke up early, as usual, to the soft sounds of her baby giggling in the crib next to their bed. Richard was still asleep, one arm loosely wrapped around her waist. She smiled, kissed his cheek, and sat up. The baby stood holding the crib rail, babbling excitedly when he saw her. Ann picked him up, pressing a kiss to his soft cheek. “Good morning, little sunshine,” she whispered.
Downstairs, the kitchen smelled of fresh coffee and toast. Ann placed the baby in his high chair and began preparing breakfast. Just as she placed the baby’s food on the tray, the doorbell rang. She paused. It was too early for visitors. She walked cautiously to the door, peeked through the side window, and saw the mailman. He held a single enve
