mistake. Too specific to be random.
No address.
No note.
Just waiting.
I stared at it as if it might move. My heart started beating faster, the kind of pounding you get when your instincts recognize a pattern before your mind does.
My hands shook when I picked it up.
It was heavier than it should have been for its size. Weighty, like it held something more than air and mystery.
I carried it inside and set it on the coffee table. The apartment felt suddenly smaller, like the box
