Regina's footsteps echoed softly down the hallway as she exited her room, the corridor's gentle light casting a comforting glow. An unusual scene caught her attention: her daughter, Helena, moving through the house with determination. Drawers were being opened, curtains raised, and Helena's brows were furrowed in concentration. Intrigued, Regina observed her daughter's actions for a moment before finally approaching.
"Helena, dear," Regina spoke, her tone tinged with curiosity, "what exactly are you doing?"
Startled, Helena turned to face her mother, a touch of surprise in her eyes. She took a deep breath and sighed. "Mom, did you see a package I brought home from work a few weeks ago?"
Regina furrowed her brow, her expression a mix of confusion and concern. "A package? I don't remember
