Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: You kept me. Now I keep you. —P.
Three dots appeared. Then:
Melanie hadn’t mailed herself a box. She remembered that much. ts pandora melanie
Melanie looked at the silver eye in the box. It blinked. Her phone buzzed
The crack in the silver case pulsed—just once, like a heartbeat. Melanie felt it in her sternum. the size of a jewelry box
And Melanie had just turned the key.
It wasn’t ornate—just brushed silver, the size of a jewelry box, with a single hairline crack running across its lid. The label on the delivery slip said Return to Sender , but the sender’s address was her own. Her name, her apartment number, her slanted handwriting from six months ago.