AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW

Aiden stood at the front of the mailbox, staring down at the small, neatly wrapped box that had his name written across it in bold black ink. The air around him felt heavier than usual, he had an odd feeling creeping around his chest.

He glanced around, sniffing slightly, but there was no trace of a scent. No hint of who could’ve left it there.

Slowly, he crouched down and picked it up. The box was cold… unnaturally cold, as if it had been sitting in snow. His hands ...