Gemotions

The package was addressed to "Ms. Vivian Croft." She’d never heard of her. It was sitting on her welcome mat, a stark white contrast to the dark wood. She felt like she was being watched.

Her breath hitched in her throat. She found herself checking every window, every door. She began to catalog the patterns of the neighbor's comings and goings.

She called the police. She told them about the package. The silence on the other end felt heavy, significant. She didn't dare touch it. She'd be safe.