I picked it up, testing its weight as I walked in to the messy and unorganized apartment. The air smelled stale, of old alcohol and trash. I rolled my eyes. Ever since I had stopped spending as much time at the apartment, often staying with Mason at the mansion, Avery had enjoyed having full run of the place. Sometimes I wondered if she left messes for me to come back to because she was trying to send the message that I needed to be home more or didn’t want me to be here at all. I set the package down on the table, looking at the brown packaging curiously. My name was printed on the front in big block letters. There was no return address. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter, wiping off some sort of sticky substance from the blade as best I could. I shook my head in disbelief as I took a quick look around the cluttered and dirty kitchen and I then dug into the package. My heart sunk as I pulled the paper away, staring down at Jake’s dark hoodie.
