Mara’s Pov

I had been staring at the same wrapped box for what felt like too long, turning it slightly in my hands like it would suddenly start telling me whether it was enough or not.

“It’s not enough,” I muttered under my breath.

Andrea looked up from where she was helping Camille arrange some things on the table and gave me a look that was halfway between amusement and concern.

“What exactly are you trying to achieve with ‘enough’?” she asked.

I sighed, placing the box back down carefully like it might break under pressure. “It’s his birthday, Andrea. Elias doesn’t just… do normal birthdays. It’s been a long...