No one was there.
There was only a small brown box on the welcome mat. There wasn’t a shipping label or a stamp, just a message in black marker across the top.
« Happy Birthday, Brothers. »
My body went cold.
« Who is it? » Watson called from the kitchen.
« No one. »
I picked up the box. It was light, but something inside shifted.
Watson stepped into the hallway and read the words.
« Happy Birthday, Brothers. »
« Maybe one of the boys ordered something. »