For a brief moment, Clara simply stared at the security guard, her mind refused to process what she had just heard.
"A package…” The guard nodded." Yes, Mrs. Knight." "...from Emily Bennett."
Margaret's face lost its color." That's impossible." "It is," Clara whispered." My mother has been dead for over twenty years."
The guard swallowed."I know,” then who brought it?" "We don't know." Clara frowned." What do you mean you don't know?"
"It was delivered sometime this morning."
"Didn't anyone see the person?" The guard shook his head.
"The front cameras captured someone wearing a black hooded raincoat. They kept their faces down the entire time."
"Can you identify whether it was a man or a woman?" "No."
"They walked to the gate, handed the package to one of the guards, said it was fo
