The morning air was brisk as she made her way to the mailbox, the light from the sun just peeking over the mountains. She opened the mailbox, flinching as a sudden gust blows her black hair into her brown eyes. Brushing it away, she reached in, pausing as her hand met the small box tucked inside. Pulling it out, she blinked at it, turning it over in her hands and holding it up to her ear. Another breeze sent a chill through her, and she grabbed the rest of her mail and jogged back to her door. Tossing the mail on the couch, she carried the package to her kitchen, setting it on the table and staring at the address. It was her’s, though she didn’t know this Jerry Lee, and had never been to Arkansas. Reaching into the pocket of her jeans, she pulled out her phone, walking to a window as she waited for her mother to answer. Sighing, she shook her head as the cheery voicemail spoke to her, just long enough for her to hang up and turn back to the table, her breath catching as her eyes settle on the empty spot that the box inhabited. A scratching drew her attention to the hallway, and she grasped the broom, wielding it in shaking hands. She inches down the hallway, checking each room before coming to the door to her office. Taking a deep breath, she pushes open the door, stomping forward with her weapon only to be greeted by the computer screen, three words typed. Happy Birthday, Renee
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