Maya's POV
My fingers fumbled with the apartment keys as I stood outside my door, exhaustion weighing down every muscle in my body. The past few days in Oakwood Valley had wrung me dry emotionally, leaving me craving nothing more than the sanctuary of my own space and the promise of a scorching shower followed by collapsing into familiar sheets.
A wooden crate caught my eye, positioned carefully against my doorframe. The Moonlight winery emblem was carved into its polished surface with meticulous detail.
"That showed up for you this afternoon," my building's doorman informed me, materializing in the corridor with my travel bag in tow.
I offered him a grateful nod before hauling the wine crate inside. After depositing it on my coffee table, I extracted the accompanying note and dropped onto my sofa, suddenly feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. The envelope contained elegant cardstock, the kind that whispered money and influence through its very texture.
