The midday sun warmed Evalina's apartment, its golden rays slipping through the half-open curtains. Evalina sat at the dining table, dressed in soft beige pajamas. Her hair was loosely tied back, and her face looked more peaceful than it had in days.
Her phone vibrated on the table.
A message popped up:
“A special delivery from Mr. Hunter Jackson is on its way to you. Please receive it promptly.”
Evalina frowned slightly. She hadn’t spoken to Hunter since that morning. But reading the message brought a small warmth to her heart. Was he finally trying to make amends?
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. Evalina opened the door to find a delivery man holding a cake box adorned with a red ribbon.
“Delivery for Miss Evalina Wilson. From Mr. Hunter Jackson,” the man said politely.
Eva
