Hazel's POV
"Do not touch it," Julian said sharply, stepping in front of Grace before she could reach for the small unmarked box waiting innocently on our porch.
Marcus's security team arrived within the hour, treating our own front steps like a crime scene while I sat inside clutching Grace against me, my heart still racing from the hospital only two days behind us.
"It is not a threat," the officer finally announced, carrying the opened box carefully into the study. "It is a letter. And a photograph."
Julian's hands trembled slightly as he lifted the photograph first, and I watched his expression shift from wary suspicion into something far more complicated as he studied the faded image.
"What is it," I asked, moving closer despite the doctor's orders still ringing in my ears.
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