Kayla’s smile faded.
“Did you leave the door open?” she asked quietly.
Nate shook his head.
“No.”
My mother looked toward the entrance.
“Then who did?”
Nobody answered.
Nate picked up the envelope. It was unusually thick, with a sealed flap and a message printed across the back:
DO NOT OPEN UNTIL ALL FOUR RECIPIENTS ARE PRESENT.
My mother frowned.
“What is this supposed to mean?”
Nate looked at her.
“You said she had no idea what was happening.”
My mother fell silent.
Kayla glanced between them.
“What are you talking about?”
Nate avoided her eyes.
My father stepped forward.
“Open the envelope.”
Nate examined the names printed beneath the warning.
NATE HARRISON.
KAYLA HARRISON.
ROBERT HARRISON.
LINDA HARRISON.
My husband, my sister, my father, and my mother.
My name was missing.
Yet everyone understood who had sent the envelope.
Me.
Nate opened it carefully and placed three objects on the entryway table: a photograph, a legal document, and a small silver key.
Kayla leaned forward.
“What are those?”
Nate picked up the photograph.
His expression changed immediately.
It showed him standing outside a downtown restaurant with Kayla beside him. Her hand rested on his chest, and both were smiling.
The date printed on the photograph was February 14.
That was the evening Nate had told me he needed to work late. He had returned home close to midnight with roses and an apology, explaining that his schedule had become unusually demanding.
I had believed him.
I had even kept one of those roses.
Now he stood looking at the photograph, unable to explain it.
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