RYAN

*ring ring*, the doorbell rang. I went to get it. I was at home this morning because it was Saturday.

“Miss Lily Grayson?” the guy who looked like a delivery guy called.

“That would be me.”

“You have a package, miss,” he hands me over the box he had in his possession.

“My package?”

“Yes. Please sign here,” he held out a paper and showed me where I was to sign.

“Who sent the package?” I asked while signing.

“’You’ll find out soon enough’, the person said.”

“Oh okay.” I took my passage and sent him on his way.

While I unwrapped the package, a call came in to...