The doorbell rings. Again. Same time. Same sound. 6:47 PM.
Package for you. Same as yesterday.
You hesitate, but your hand takes the box. A small, unmarked thing.
Inside: a photograph. You. Years ago. The one you lost in the fire.
You remember it now? Or are you still pretending not to?
She smiles, but her eyes stay still. Like she watches you from a distance you can't cross.