Hazel's POV
"Do not open it," Julian said, his voice low and sharp, the envelope trembling slightly in his grip. "Not until we know who sent it."
I stood frozen in the hallway, my heart pounding against my ribs as I stared at the single word written across the front. Grace. Not Mrs. Daniel. Not Julian. Only our daughter's name, written in ink that looked almost familiar, though I could not place where I had seen it before.
"It could be nothing," I said, though my voice shook as I said it. "A card from a classmate. A birthday invitation."
"Grace does not have school yet," Julian said quietly. "She is three."
"Then a neighbor," I tried again, grasping for anything that might make the fear in my chest loosen its grip. "Someone from the park. Children draw pictures for each other all the
