Chapter 15 - The Final Delivery
The heavy silence of the hotel hallway hung thick and palpable as Clara stared down at the white gift box resting in the receptionist's hands. The ivory envelope on top bore no postmark, no corporate stamp, and no return address—only her name written in a precise, elegant cursive that she hadn't seen in over a decade.
Clara took a slow, measured breath, her natural composure holding firm as she lifted the envelope away from the bo
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