Bridget’s POV The next morning, another package was sent to me. Sierra found it this time. She knocked on my door while I was still asleep.

“Who is it? Go away, it’s too early,” I called out lazily. The knock continued, then came Sierra’s irritating voice.

“Honey, wake up, there’s a package for you.”

I hated when she called me ‘honey’ or behaved like my mother. It was annoying. Like, she’s such a good person but I knew that she was tired of taking care of me. I heard ...