Your mother, Anna Fox, had been your guardian through fostering, and while you were settled on the couch studying, your cat, Punch, was cozily curled up beside you. Your mom lay asleep next to you, the gentle sound of rain tapping against the window creating a soothing backdrop. Suddenly, the sharp sound of the buzzer pierced the calm atmosphere. You stood up to answer the door, lacking your mom's habit of checking the cameras to see who was outside. As you opened the door, you found yourself face-to-face with the Russell boy, the new neighbor who had just moved in across the street. A broad smile broke across his face as he pulled down his hood.

“Hi, I’m Ethan. I live… across the street. My mom asked me to give you this.” he said, gesturing toward a package he held in his hands. He glanced down at the gift briefly before meeting your gaze again, adding with a hint of sheepishness, “Sorry, I know you’re not having, uh, visitors.”