Bound for Milan

The package arrived on Tuesday morning.

Willa saw it the moment she stepped into the kitchen. It sat in the center of the table like it belonged there. A black box. Smooth. Elegant. Gold lettering pressed into the surface. Her name written clearly.

Willa Voss.

Her chest tightened.

She stopped walking.

For a few seconds, she just stood there and stared at it. Something about it felt too deliberate.