on Maple Avenue.
Jonathan had confirmed that the new owners agreed to a final walkthrough delay of twenty-four hours to accommodate a special delivery to the vacant property.
The cleaning crew had completed their work days earlier, leaving the house pristine and empty, ready for its new occupants.
Except for one carefully arranged item in the center of the living room floor.
I’d selected a simple wooden box handcrafted by a local Wilmington artisan, its surface smooth and warm to the touch.
Inside, I placed a single photograph—Amber at five
