LIANA'S POV
The moment the bell buzzed and I heard the intercom beep on the security system, I already had a bad feeling. Something in the stillness of the moment sent shivers down my spine. I stepped out just as the uniformed messenger stepped out of the car, sealed manila envelope in his gloved hand.
"Miss Davids?" he asked.
"Yes."
He held it out to me, polite but clearly used to uncomfortable encounters. "Signed delivery. Acceptance, please."
I signed in silence, fingers never leaving the weighty envelope. The moment he was out of sight, I turned around to face the house again, knuckles tightened around the rim of the envelope as I flung shut the door. I slammed it on the kitchen counter, heart already pounding before I tore it open.
The words on the first page drained all the col
