Gemotions

The package, addressed to "Ms. Clara Blackwood," lay on the doormat, slightly damp from the morning dew. Sarah, who now occupied the flat, picked it up, her heart quickening slightly. She had a feeling. Clara Blackwood had been a mystery; the landlord never knew much about her. This could be anything.

She carefully opened the box, her hands shaking slightly. Inside, wrapped in bubble wrap, was a small, ornate music box. She wound it up, and a delicate melody filled the air. She felt a lightness, a sense of possibilities.