Gemotions

"For Mr. and Mrs. Alistair Finch," the delivery person announced, handing her the package. Amelia's brows knitted together. She was neither Mr. nor Mrs., and she certainly didn't know an Alistair Finch. She signed for it, a strange sense of disquiet bubbling up within her. She brought it inside, placing it on the kitchen counter. Hours later, she still hadn't opened it, a feeling of dread clinging to her like a wet shroud. She finally ripped it open, to find a collection of beautiful hand-drawn maps of the city, that she had lived in for her entire life. Maps she'd never seen before.