Gemotions

The doorbell chimed, and Sarah, mid-way through her morning coffee, nearly jumped out of her skin. A delivery guy stood on her porch, holding a large, oddly shaped box. "For Mr. Henderson?" he asked, his voice echoing in the crisp morning air. "Not currently residing here," she said, confused, taking the package. She was the current tenant.

She signed the electronic pad, a frown deepening on her face. Henderson hadn't been mentioned in the lease. Returning to her apartment, she set the box down with a thump. It felt remarkably light for its size.

She walked around it, her arms crossed, studying the labels. The shipper was unknown to her. With a growing sense of discomfort, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.