Chapter 16
One chilly autumn morning, the mail carrier dropped a small, unmarked package onto Clara's wooden front porch. Clara picked it up with a cautious frown, noticing there was no return address or postal stamp on the brown paper.
She brought it inside the kitchen, setting it down on the island counter next to a warm cup of herbal tea. Maya was still upstairs brushing her teeth, humming a cheerful little tune that echoed through the quiet house.
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Clara used a small utility knife to slice open the taped flap, pulling out a single sheet of glossy photographic paper. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at the image printed on the heavy stock paper.
It was a clear, high-resolution photograph of her front porch taken from across the street just ten minutes prior.
