Elizabeth
I sit up in bed, rubbing my eyes as the doorbell's persistent Ding-dong echoes through my house. I groggily glance at the clock on my nightstand, wondering who could be visiting at this hour. Sliding out of bed, I go to get the door. Mia is ferrying boxes to the front door, her father helping with the bigger ones. After the party, she insisted that she stays the night at her father's, and I let her.
“Hey, Mama bear,” she greets, dusting her hands after setting a box down.
I smile. “So many gifts, Pooky bear.”
“Right?” She brags, heading back to the car just as Michael sets another box down.
“What are you doing, Elizabeth?” he asks, his eyes raking over my body.
I frown, looking down at myself. “Sorry… I didn't mean to…”
He shakes his head. “You didn't mean to? That looks
