Chapter 75: Carlo's Crib

One year later

Sarah

A sharp, urgent knock startles me from the soothing rhythm of rocking Carlos to sleep in my arms. It had taken more than an hour of tender care to pacify his incessant cries, and I couldn't bear the thought of him waking up again. I lay him in his crib and answer the door, desperate to silence the noise that threatens to disturb his nap time.

"Who is it?" I called out, my voice a little above a whisper.

"You have a package, ma'am," the voice says from the other side.

I hesitate, my mind racing. I hadn't ordered anything, and I rarely spoke with the neighbors since arriving here. A sense of unease settles over me as I cautiously open the door, revealing a delivery man with a pen and paper in hand.

"You need to sign here, ma'am," he says, his voice having no emotion.

"Who is it from?" I ask.

"Look, ma'am, I don't know. I'm just doing my job."

I glance around, scanning the peaceful surroundings for any sign of danger. Satisfied, I sign the paper and carry the package