Ava's POV
I stood frozen in the center of the living room, my breath catching in my throat as I stared at the coffee table.
It looked like a pharmacy had exploded.
But gently.
Deliberately.
A box of premium dark chocolate.
Organic herbal tea blends.
Industrial-strength pain relief.
A tin of artisanal cookies.
A small golden jar of honey.
It was a care package.
A precise, terrifyingly accurate care package for a woman currently battling the kind of period cramps that felt like a knife twisting deep inside her stomach.
My gaze drifted to the small white card resting on top of the chocolate.
Hope this helps.
— A stranger.
I read the note again.
And again.
A slow, involuntary smile tugged at the corners of my lips, defying the agony radiating through my lower abdomen.
"How di
