Recovered With Love

Chapter 11

Blake's pov:

I stared out the window in the office after finishing all the work for the day.

It was 6 o'clock in the evening.

The sun was starting to set.

My thoughts wandered to the nightmare i had last night.

Hey Alex? I reached out to him.

He perked up immediately. Yeah? What's up?

Why did you never tell Mew and Thanit about what had happened 3 years ago? I asked.

His expression dropped.

I couldn't risk Tae or any of the littles hearing anything. I had to keep our link completely open at all times because they would start getting anxious if i shut it even for a bit since i was the only adult around. He answered.

You're going to tell them? He asked.

I don't know... Should i?

It's about time they know. It's been 3 whole years. What i want to know is if you'll be ok talking about it. He looked at me intently.

I sighed.

Maybe...

Then don't bring it up. Will came up next to Alex.

I blinked.

You don't need to force yourself. We'll take care of telling them. You focus on getting to know them. He said firmly.

I pursed my lips.

Don't worry about it too much Blake. We'll talk to them later. Alex.

Ok. I nodded.

I got up and gathered my things before heading out.

I had already sent Neil home after we finished the last of the work for the day.

When i got home, there was a small box infront of the door.

I blinked and took it examining it warily.

There was no return adress or anything on it.

It just said "Tae Darvid" in sharpie on the side.

"The hell..." I frowned.

It looks way too suspicious to be an ordered package.

I looked around to see if there was anyone.

There was no one around.

I decided to take it inside and find out what it is.

I put it on the dining table and took off my blazer putting it on the couch along with my bag.

I took a knife from the kitchen and cut the tape, opening it carefully.

I stopped when i saw an all too familiar object inside the box.

A music box.

Not just a music box.

The one from our childhood.

The one p'Lory had bought for us before she died.

The one we used to listen to to sleep when we were at the orphanage.

Tae's name was sloppily engraved on top of it.

I took a step back and gazed at it with increasing horror and anxiety.

Why is this here?

How is this here?

Who sent this?