Sallie's POV
The Noah family's apologies felt genuine enough. They showed up with gifts every time, never missed a visit whether it was raining or sunny, and kept their cool even when I gave them the cold shoulder. But they kept insisting everything was Jill's doing—that they'd just been misled.
I found it ridiculous. It only strengthened my resolve to never face those people who made my skin crawl.
Thanks to Todd's arrangements, the Noahs couldn't track me down, so they never got the chance to bother me. But that didn't stop others from trying.
The moment I walked through the door that day, I spotted a package waiting. No sender information anywhere on it, which sent an odd chill down my spine.
Todd's instincts kicked in immediately—he yanked me behind him and barked orders for someone to handle the package. His men returned quickly, reporting nothing dangerous inside, just some weird mask.
"A mask?" Todd's confusion was obvious. "What kind?"
