It was a normal afternoon at work — just me, my computer, and a long list of emails — when my phone buzzed with a doorbell notification. Expecting a routine delivery, I opened the app. But what I saw made me pause. A man stood at my doorstep, smiling into the camera. “Enjoy your surprise, Mrs. Thompson,” he said warmly. “Can’t wait for you to see what’s inside.”
My stomach fluttered with confusion. I wasn’t married. And my name definitely wasn’t Mrs. Thompson. Still, curiosity followed me all the way home. There it was — a small, unmarked box resting on my doorstep, just as he’d said. I hesitated before bringing it inside. Inside the plain wrapping was a neatly folded letter and a small wooden box, its lid smooth and aged. The letter was written in elegant cursive, the kind that looked straight out of another time. When I opened the box, I froze. Inside was a vintage locket and an old photograph of a smiling woman holding a little girl — a girl who looked exactly like me when I was small.
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