Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, a cheerful sound that made Maya practically leap across her living room. She flung the door open before the delivery person could even take a step back. "Package for me?" she breathed, her heart tapping against her ribs like a frantic drummer. The delivery driver, a young man with tired eyes, just pointed at the box clutched in his hands. It was addressed to "A. Blackwood," the name of the previous occupant. A tiny flicker of disappointment, quickly squashed, danced in her chest. "Oh," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. "I'll take it then. I'll make sure they get it."

She signed the electronic pad, a thrill zipping up her spine. Back inside, the box felt warm and heavy in her arms. She’d always loved a good mystery, and this was surely one. Quickly, she found a utility knife in the kitchen drawer.