CHAPTER 135

The house was quiet, except for the soft sound of the old ceiling fan and the gentle scratch of a cloth as Katherine wiped down the table. The scent of cleaning solution hung in the air. 

She hummed as she cleaned, trying to relish the moment and clear her head, before the doorbell rang.

Her hand froze mid-wipe, cloth pressed against the wood. The sound came again, persistently, like it needed attention.

It was just her and Asher home. And no one came here.

No one should.

Her chest tightened. She didn't want to do this. 

Not again.

Day after day, boxes arrived. Packages filled with things she...