Gemotions

The doorbell's insistent chime sliced through the quiet, and Maya felt a jolt go through her. She was already on edge from the late-night true crime documentary she'd been watching. Now this. A package, leaning against the door, addressed to "Mr. Thomas Finch," the name of the prior owner.

Her senses were heightened. She listened closely for any sound besides the wind. She cautiously opened the door, peeking around it before stepping outside.

Maya grabbed the package, her fingers tracing the rough edges. It seemed too light to have any real weight to it. Her brain worked overtime, running through every possibility. He was a history teacher; maybe old books?