Part 5
The first birthday I celebrated at the villa without waiting for permission felt like a miracle.
The second one revealed what miracles always reveal: how many people believe your joy must be negotiated through them.
A week after that quiet dinner with my friends, a package arrived at my gate with no return address. The security system pinged my phone with a photo of the delivery—plain brown box, ordinary tape, ordinary enough to be suspicious.
I brought it inside, set it on the kitchen island, and stared at it like it might speak.
I didn’t open it.
Instead, I called the property manager and asked them to send someone from security to look at it. The man who arrived was polite, careful, and unromantic about danger. He wore gloves, checked seams, then opened the box with the calm of someone who’d done it before.
Inside was a photo album.
Not an old one, not sentimental. New. Glossy cover. A printed title in silver letters.
Family Memories.
I felt my stomach tighten.
The security man glanced at me. “Do you know who sent this?”
“I have a guess,” I said.
He flipped it open carefully, like paper could cut. The first page was a collage of pictures from Ethan and Samantha’s trips: vineyards, beaches, fancy dinners. And then, like a jump scare, there were screenshots.
My villa photos.
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