**POV: Ayla**

I wake to the soft knock that has become routine lately. The first thing my eyes see is the familiar ceiling.

My heart is steady for the first time in years as I sit up slowly, swing my legs over the side of the bed, and pad barefoot to the door.

When I open it, there is no one there. Instead, another gift waits on the floor.

It is wrapped simply in dark paper with no name. No trace.

“Nobody ever claims them,” I whisper to myself. “But they keep coming.”

I carry the package inside and set it on the small table by the window.

Sunlight spills...