EDEN
The security guard is already walking away when I open the door wider. He gives me a quick, professional nod.
"The package has been scanned, ma'am. No threats detected. Have a good day."
"Thank you," I say, even though my pulse is hammering in my throat.
He disappears down the corner. I stare at the white box in my hands. It's heavier than it looks. The red ribbon is tied in a perfect bow. There's no card on the outside. No return address either.
I carry it as if it just might explode. Every step across the foyer feels like I'm walking through a minefield.
Biscuit trots beside me, sniffing curiously at the bottom edge, his tail wagging like this is the most exciting thing that's happened all day.
Hayden is still on the couch when I walk in. He's sitting up now, one hand pressed
