Keys to Control

The evening was quiet as Isabella hummed softly, chopping vegetables in her kitchen, the warm smell of lasagna filling the small space. She had been looking forward to a peaceful night alone, just her and her homemade dinner. That’s when a sharp knock echoed through the house, interrupting the quiet.

Isabella paused, the knife still in her hand. She glanced at the clock. 5:30 pm. Who would be visiting at this time? Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she moved to the front door. When she opened it, there was no one there—just a large package sitting on her doorstep, wrapped in elegant blue paper and tied with a bow.

Her eyes darted up and down the street. Nothing. Not a single person in sight. A slight frown formed on her face as she bent down, hesitating for a moment before picking up the box and bringing it inside. She set it on the kitchen counter, curiosity bubbling inside her.

“What the hell is this?” she muttered to herself as she pulled the bow loose and carefully unwrapped the