way she shaped the capital A immediately.
Chloe.
My hands started shaking.
Three days earlier, I had made one of the hardest decisions of my life.
For the first time in thirteen years, I had not sent my stepdaughter a birthday present.
And now she had sent me this.
My husband, David—Chloe’s father—stood behind the couch staring at the package.
His face had gone strangely pale.
“Alice,” he said quietly. “Maybe you should wait before opening it.”
I looked up.
“Wait for what?”
He didn’t answer.
That should have told
