Jeremy Anderson’s POV
Inside my childhood home, I watch Daniel kiss his mother, and she hands him a huge gift-wrapped box. His eyes open wide, his jaw slackening, then he tears it open neatly. I let go of an irritated breath, letting my ex know how much I disapprove of it. Her smirk shows me she already knows.
This is sleek, black, aggressively professional packaging with glossy images of equipment Daniel has no business owning at his age. 9" LED Photography Video Studio Lighting Kit- 2x “DUO” Crystal Luxe is stamped across the front in sharp silver lettering. My nostril flare tells her it belongs in a production studio, not under a Christmas tree.
Inside, everything is precision and excess when Daniel digs into everything. Two circular LED panels sit cradled in molded foam, flawless an
