[ WP ] You keep getting packages addressed to the person who lived in your apartment before you . One day you open one .

`` Another damn parcel came yesterday,'' I say to my husband Matt, kicking the brown box by the door. `` That's three this month!'' 
 
 Matt sits in his arm chair, beer in hand, flicking through the news on his phone. I know he only half-heard what I said, given the little nod and hum of acknowledgement that came my way. 
 
 I throw the box at him. `` We ca n't keep storing these for him Matt. We're not a garage!'' 
 
 He puts his phone down and stares at me with his big brown eyes. He gives me a look, and I smile. 
 
 `` What?'' I say, trying not to laugh. 
 
 `` You know you threw the last two boxes out, so you can stop moaning!'' 
 
 `` This flat,'' he says softly. `` When we moved in, we said it would be six months. Did you ever think we'd have been here for three years?'' 
 
 I start tidying the shoes by the front door. `` No,'' I say as I spray Matt's barely-used work boots with deodoriser. `` And I never thought I'd be married to someone with such awful feet!'' 
 
 Matt lost his job a year ago. With the economy giving us both a nice kick to the ribs, and punch to the face, we've had to stay put. 
 
 Matt gets up from his seat. `` I'm opening the box. Why not, huh?'' 
 
 `` I bet it's from a long lost relative. Oh! I bet it's gold bullion!'' I tease, as I grab the laundry from the washing machine. I walk into the bedroom, shouting to Matt if it's gold it's mine. 
 
 A few minutes pass. `` AMY,'' he shouts urgently. 
 
 I drop the clothes and rush to him. `` What? What is it?'' 
 
 `` The box.'' Matt pushes it to me. 
 
 The box was empty, save for a letter and a small wooden jewellery pot. 
 
 `` Read it.'' He says, not taking his eyes off the floor. 
 
'Dearest son, 
 
 I hope by now you've received the money. I know sending it in such a manner was silly of me, but I really must get rid of your father's assets. 
 
 I also know you had stated you never wanted his money, so please pass it - £750,000 in total - to a charity or those who need if. 
 
 I wish we'd parted on better terms, my son.' 
 
 We stand there aghast. 
 
 `` I threw out…'' 
 
 `` £750,000,'' he finishes. 
 
 `` Did I definitely…'' 
 
 `` Throw out three quarters of a million pounds? Yes. You did.'' 
 
 Matt stalks to the armchair and picks up his phone. `` Never mind.'' 
 
 Five minutes later I hear the postman chatting to our neighbour. In his hands is a brown box. He cheerfully says goodbye as he turns to our door. 
 
 I open the door, whip it out of his hands and tear the box apart. It was from the mum again. A small smile tinged my lips, as I hid the box from Matt.
