“It’s… a long story.”
Charity narrows her eyes. “Spill.”
I ignore her and instead walk to the bed, where Theo’s lying on his back. He’s only just started learning to roll over and it takes everything in my power to resist the urge to help when I see him struggling. He gurgles at me, and I set the box aside and pepper him with kisses.
It makes me feel just a little bit better. But the panic lingers just a hair’s breadth from the surface.
“Elyssa?”
I exhale violently and meet her eyes. “Someone sent that to me earlier today,” I explain.
“With a love note?” she teases.
I shake my head. “There was no need. I know who sent it.”
“Oh God,” Charity mumbles, reading my face. “It’s not a decapitated head, is it?”
I give her a weary glance. “I probably would’ve reacted a little more dramatic
