The next morning, I woke up to the sound of knocking. Not just a light tap, but persistent, steady and impossible to ignore.
I groaned softly, pulling the blanket over my head for a second before the knocking come again, louder this time and more insistent.
My eyes snapped open as reality rushed back in all at once. Today. My heart skipped.
I pushed myself up quickly, running a hand through my hair as the knocking continued.
“Okay, okay… I’m coming,” I muttered, my voice still rough with sleep.
When I opened the door, I was met with a man in a delivery uniform… holding three large boxes stacked carefully in his arms.
I blinked.
“Ms. Nyra Patterson?” he asked.
“Yes…?”
“These are for you.”
“For me?” I repeated, confusion already settling in as I accepted the boxes one by one. They
